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The same year Tiffany and I went away to college, Bob left too. It seems he’d finally done it; Bob killed his mother. Sirens blared late that October afternoon then the authorities retrieved his mother’s remains, now enshrouded beneath a sheet. Bob followed behind, handcuffed and cursing. Tiffany’s mom told us all of this when we came home for Thanksgiving. Not that the news really surprised anyone. Stranger things had happened.
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