The Final Portrait
I was a sketch artist acting for the police.
On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin.
On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup.
A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him.
In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds.
After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.
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