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"If you really didn't care about me, why would you come looking for me?" thought Tasha Moore, her eyes lighting up slightly with a glimmer of hope. She asked eagerly, "Samuel, are you mad because I lied to you and are you just saying this on purpose?" She looked at him gingerly, her voice low, "Then I'll never lie to you about anything ever again. Will you believe me, please? I really love you. Don't leave me. Without you, I really can't go on living..."
Her tears mingled with the streaks of water on her face, creating a vision of utter despair. Any onlooker would feel pity for a woman so broken by love.
Samuel Johnson stared at her hand and said coldly, "Put the knife down!"
He didn't even acknowledge Tasha Moore's plea.
"I won't!" Tasha became shrill again from his words. "If I put it down, you'll leave, won't you?!"
