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𝙷𝚄𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙸𝙽 𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝙰 𝙸𝚂𝚁𝙰𝙴𝙻 𝙺𝙾𝚉𝙰𝚁𝚃🤼🛸
KSAMA 𓁀 SEIN

I was in too deep.might as well make a profit..

"..." So many opportunities we're smack dab in front of my face here

ma💚 -
Come home.

"..." Lifting the floor board up, i bagged about eight bricks of fentanyl into the black bookbag. Thinking of ways to maintain a easy flip.

If i flipped this correctly i could possibly take over again ..

with a higer advantage this time

a higher more respected status-

A loud couple knocks we're heard at the front door.

My overall body not having any reaction towards it. Ignoring my placement in this now slaughter house.

who ever it is has to go too.

"..." Standing up tall, flipping the book bag to the back of me. I made way towards the front door steadily.

Not really trying to give the person a say so of when I'm approaching.

Have to take them off guard.

Stepping over the couple of limp bodies, i now realized the smells of the trap was getting too much to bare.

was going to spend a night and see what else product i can raid and pick up. But dead bodies can linger outside the house quickly..

i have a limited stay unless i want to take a risk

no working ac either..

".." Resting my hand on the door knob, i paused staring down at my semi bruised knuckles.

"...."
Holding my right arm behind me,

"..."

Pulling the door back "Hello. Um, is Sonny here-"

"..Wrong. Time." I let out lowly "......."

"...."

Taking the top of her hair into a fist, so i could on pull the knife out better with a sturdy hold. "......."