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Dennis Seigel woke up extra early on that dreary morning. There was a fog, which seemed to blanket the streets, making it hard to see into the distance. As Dennis got dressed, his wife Darla came up behind him and startled him with a kiss on his neck.
"You scared me. I didn't hear you coming up."
Darla smiled, and replied, "What? I'm not allowed to surprise my husband with a kiss every now and then?"

"Of course you're allowed. In fact, I think I'd like it if you did it more often. How about that?"
Darla snickered. "If you're a good boy, then good things will come to you. So how long do you think you're going to be at your mothers?"
"Probably for a few hours. I want to make sure she's doing all right, and I figured I'd take her out to lunch when I get there. Are you sure that you don't want to come?"
"No, I have a bunch of errands to do today. I have to go grocery shopping, return that shirt to the mall, and a few little things. I'll probably get home around the same time as you anyway."
"Good, then we'll be able to take care of some errands of our own."
Darla laughed once again. It seemed that whenever Darla talked with Dennis about their sex life, he'd always come up with a cute little joke or some of his black humor. Darla would always act if she felt the same way, but inside it boiled her blood to see him joke around with something important like that.
Shortly after Dennis got dressed and ate breakfast, he left for Little Creek. It was about twenty-five minutes away, but since the weather wasn't at its best, he figured it would take about ten minutes longer.
As for his mother, Tracey, the morning wasn't as peachy. After awaking from the nightmare the night before, Tracey received little to no sleep. As she got out of bed at eight thirty that morning, continuous thoughts about the nightmare and the whole computer ordeal raced around in her head. She asked herself many questions, and unfortunately she knew the answer to only a few.
Tracey quickly washed up and got out of her bedclothes, as she had called them. For a second she paused as she thought about what she had to do over the course of the day, and then decided that she would figure it out over breakfast.
Walking down the stairs seemed like a horrendous journey on that morning, and this worried Tracey. For the past few days she hadn't been feeling in the top of her health, yet she refused to see any physician concerning the matter. Taking her pills was good enough for her.
As she arrived down the

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