she told him she was leaving and he effortlessly picked up the desk, threw her against the wall with it, and pinned her at her throat with the edge of the desk. he was suffocating her. she slowly was turning the most stunning shade of blue starting at the neck and growing like a mold up her face.
we all watched, attentively i might add, and said nothing. not because we were scared, but because we had come to accept this behavior as normal or par for the course.
well. thats the part of the dream that disturbed me the most.
5/11/10
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