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White Combers: A Narrative Fiction

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I was taking off my shoes when I spotted my wife emerge from the kitchen with about 7 men in white coats behind her Why are they here? Why are Marissa’s eyes so red? “I’m so sorry.” she sobbed “But it’s for your own good.” The men in white coats gradually came forward. I was surrounded. All could hear were Marissa’s uneven breaths and the pounding in my head. “Now please stay calm.” someone behind me asked, but the tone made me feel as if it was a demand. “Whats going on?” I yell, but no one responds. “What is happening” I screech, I mean for it to come out strong, but my voice becomes frail and weak. I watch Marissa turn around and run into the bathroom. No where are you going? Who are these people? In an instant a cloth is placed over my
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