michael had stolen a car from the parking lot at the fair to drive home in. he didn't care what the owners now had to do, there would be plenty of commotion to keep them busy.
he pulled up to his apartment and walked inside. he was looking forward to having a long hot shower and washing the death off of himself. after his shower, he got out and wiped away the fog stuck to the mirror. michael's hair was starting fade slightly and he looked like he had aged ten years over night. perhaps he had. planning creative mass murders were not easy.
michael went into the living room after pulling on his 'idiot' flannel and some old skinny jeans. he sat down and began to build yet another house of cards when all of a sudden, a harsh knocking came from his door.
and the house of cards came crashing down.
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house of cards :: m.g.c.
Fiksi Penggemarone murderer. one plane ticket. one girl. one mistake. book two in the child's games series
