My husband died suddenly last night.
For some reason, the kitchen knife that was clearly in my hand ended up on my husband's head, and red wine gurgled out along the knife, just like crimson flowers in bloom. I looked at the flowers blooming on my husband's head and laughed out loud.
By the way, as a "wife", I am a real man.
If I kill my husband I can be with my sister... Just kidding.
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