They're buried next to each other. Different names, unknown faces. The vine covered stones above their heads give no hint to who they were. But there are rumors, whispers. They were on the lam, they ran and they lived. They stitched each other up, they held each other until the end. It was a twisted affair, a love no one can quite understand. Now they're just a small town story never told the same way twice.

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