Day 1

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Prompt: "This will be the last time you lie to me."
10/24/21
TW: BLOOD, GUN, DEATH

He fell to the floor, vision blending into an eerie blur.
The red wetness on his hands danced in crimson lines.
Blinking once, blinking twice, closing his eyes for just a bit longer each time his lids fluttered closed.
The last thing he would have heard was her laughter as she tucked her gun safely back in her bag, grinning with a depressed triumph.

"That's the last time you lie to me."

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