The Fur Witness
The loud bang on the door forced me to run under the bed. Without waiting for a reply, the intruder entered. He was angry with a 9-millimeter caliber gun held firmly in his grip. He was no stranger to me, and definitely not a stranger to Philip. He was tall, muscular with a beard around his jaw. He was normally calm and friendly, always slipping me snacks and giving me gentle pats. But today, he looked furious. “What were you doing with my girlfriend?” he shouted at Philip, who stood half-dressed in his boxers and singlet, confusion all over his face. “Your girlfriend?” Philip asked. “Who is your girlfriend?” “Eloise,” Paul snapped, as if Philip should’ve known. “Oh Eloise? We’re just friends,” Philip tried to explain. “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend.” “Stop lying!” Paul spat. “Why is she texting you that she loves you? And what’s with all the pictures of you two together?” “She’s a family friend… and a childhood frie..nd” Philip answered, but Paul grabbed him by the singl...
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