The old man went to the closet and gently took one of the dresses and laid it on one side of the bed. He laid down next to it and smiled. He didn't want to say anything. He heard a faint whisper of his name and realized that it was her voice. The old man looked at the dress and cried. He lost his wife only days ago, but it still hurt. He got up and fixed his tie. He put the dress away and walked down the stairs. He opened the door and was shot by a man in a ski mask. And that is how the old man and his wife were reunited.
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