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Charles seemingly had no reason to be happy. It had only been a week since his wife, Esther, had vanished, seemingly into thin air. It was assumed she was dead.

But Charles had one, very good reason to be happy. He wasn't suspected at all. "No, that Charlie couldn't do that," they said. Idiots! The lot of them!

The doorbell rang. Charles went to it, wondering who was coming to "console" him now. He opened the door, and was immediately stabbed in the gut. He looked up and saw Esther. She immediately vanished.

Charles died that day. Slowly and painfully.

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