Blood Money"Marry me," he said, smiling."What?" The words didn't make sense to her."Come on, you heard me. Marry me.""But why?" She was half smiling, half crying now.He looked deep into her eyes."So you can do the dishes for the rest of our lives."He chuckled then, and it was contagious. She giggled at first, and then burst into bubbly laughter."Yeah, right, I don't do the dishes now," she said between breaths."Exactly," he said. "I just want to spend the rest of my life with you, even if it means I'm stuck with the dishes forever. Marry me!" He ended his plea with a whine."But what about the money?" She was no longer laughing; her smile had faded and her eyes were glassy with tears.He looked away now, afraid to show her the expression on his face."Well?" She waited, afraid of his answer."It's gone," he whispered.She choked on her tears."What?""I said it's gone. All of it." He started laughing, the kind of laughter that only the madly insane can conjure."No," she backed away. "No,
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