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I knew he had other women — we’d even gone to counseling over it — but he always insisted our relationship was different, more meaningful, more alive.

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The gentleman in the seat next to me sniffled into a tissue while absentmindedly flicking his passport open, then shut.

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He had always called his friendship with the other woman “soul-warming,” and “nourishing.”

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I was six when I first found the great shaggy black head buried in my grandmother’s garden, pulling it up from the loamy earth by one curving horn.

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My husband had raged for years about the clutter in our shared craft room, saying my slovenly ways would be the death of him.

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The mothers of the dead were huddled in the front row, each clutching a portrait of the son taken by the monster they had come to watch die.

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My husband’s phone buzzed again, and a quick glance confirmed it was his lover checking in.

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Title	Upvotes	Subreddit	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I knew he had other women — we’d even gone to counseling over it — but he always insisted our relationship was different, more meaningful, more alive.	4804	TwoSentenceHorror
The gentleman in the seat next to me sniffled into a tissue while absentmindedly flicking his passport open, then shut.	90	TwoSentenceHorror
He had always called his friendship with the other woman “soul-warming,” and “nourishing.”	47	TwoSentenceHorror
I was six when I first found the great shaggy black head buried in my grandmother’s garden, pulling it up from the loamy earth by one curving horn.	32	TwoSentenceHorror
My husband had raged for years about the clutter in our shared craft room, saying my slovenly ways would be the death of him.	26	TwoSentenceHorror
The mothers of the dead were huddled in the front row, each clutching a portrait of the son taken by the monster they had come to watch die.	17	TwoSentenceHorror
My husband’s phone buzzed again, and a quick glance confirmed it was his lover checking in.	2	TwoSentenceHorror