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The phone was ringing. Cliff was sitting in the hall on the straw chair that was never meant for sitting on. He was covered from head to toe in my blood and needed a bath.

I turned my head to look out the living room window. I could see the sun rising over our neighbor's house. The morning light illuminated my distorted body on the hardwood floor.

I turned back to watch Cliff again. "Someone should get the phone," I said. He looked at me for the first time in hours. A single tear slipped down his face. He nodded and walked to the kitchen.

"Hello... Yes... OK... Good-Bye." He reentered the hallway with his jacket on. "I have to go to work," he said.
"Don't forget to wash up."
"Ok."
"Do you want pork chops tonight?"
"Yes, that would be nice."

After he left, I lay in a pool of my own blood wondering how I was going to clean up this mess.