May 20, 2009
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She knew he was cheating. Most nights he would come home late.
“There was traffic,” he would always say.
One night, she disappeared without warning. When she returned, her make up smeared, smelling of smoke, her husband was livid.
“Where the shell have you been?” he asked.
“I was out,” she answered, smirking. “There was traffic.”

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