Hitman
Gerald made a fortune in hydraulic fracturing, which was rough on the Earth. At home, he was rough on his wife, Cynthia.
One day after a brutal night with Gerald, Cynthia took off her large sunglasses at lunch with her cousin, who gasped, “Did Gerald hit you again? Don’t answer; I can tell. Look, Cynthia, you gotta get rid of that bastard. I heard about a guy. They call him a hitman. I got his number. Here. Call him.”
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