By Meg and Anna
Evan sat the table, watching his wife click her tounge, on and on. Evan loved his wife dearly but he couldn't stand the sound. The clicking couldn't go on for another day, it had to stop. As he picked up his steak knife, he threw it across the table, towards her throat. The clicking stopped, the silence haunted him and as he sat there he began to click his tounge.
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