HE SAT IN the waiting room next to an attractive woman, scrolling Facebook.
I’d pick her up. I’d write to her.
He was about to pull out his phone when she put a box over her head.
—What are you doing?—he asked.
—They say the police would put me in the box for these scams. I decided to surpass them.
—This won’t help.
—What do you mean?—She took the box off her head and suddenly croaked in pain.
—Are you all right?
—My head hurts as if it’s going to explode—were her last words.
Her head exploded.
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