He's going to kill his wife tonight.

He wanted to do that.

It's just that I haven't had a chance.

He sharpened his knife again.

He likes to keep things simple.

All that needs to be done now is wait.

Wait for his wife to come home from work.

The wait is long.

He smoked a whole pack of cigarettes.

The phone rang.

He picked up the phone.

"Okay, I got it."

He hung up the phone.

Twenty years.

Every time I wanted to kill her, she had to go back to her parents' house for a few days.

He reluctantly threw the knife into the cupboard.

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