balcony barrage [the rest of]

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“You know jack,” she inhales a big cloud of smoke, “did you ever know I cheated on you?”
He looks pass her, and then looks at her again. He is clean-shaved, a few beers heavier, and tipsy enough to give his speech a deep, lasting, echo.
“My dear Z...”
“You must have known.” One side of her mouth smiles. And she continues holding the filter between her long fingers.
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Z tips the cab and starts walking towards the main door. In the elevator she feels dizzy, as though gravity is punishing her again. On the hallway, she hears sporadic sounds of imaginary strangers moving about. But every time she looks back the grey walls are there, protecting her in a narrow escape.
As she enters the dim apartment, her hands automatically throw her keys on the console table and she quickly begins to unbutton her jacket.
And there, straight ahead, on her sofa, Jack is patiently awaiting. Her heart sinks heavily in her chest. She swallows her scream, and stands still.
“Hello again.”
He gets up and walks toward her. Firmly gripping the handle, Jack stabs her three times. Each time, allowing the blade to freely repose in her gut, shoulder, and neck.
“It was three times, wasn't it?”