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She had told him in no uncertain terms. ‘If you come back here again, I’ll kill you.’
Having watched the house for over an hour, he judged she was alone, so made his way swiftly to the back door. The garden at the side was tidier than when he was responsible, he noted. He assumed he'd been replaced.
Without knocking, he opened the door and stepped inside. Hearing a sound, he turned and the iron bar crashed onto his head. As he lay on the tiled floor, blood pooling alongside his cheek, he smiled. Better this than endless years inside.

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