Monologue

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Hey guys! This is my first chapter of a first story! I will try to complete this as fast as I can. Enjoy!

A cigar in one hand, a gun in other as roleplay. I was raised by a criminal relative. He taught me how to hold a gun, shoot people, torture them. I was never a normal girl, different from the others. I sought of inhuman ways for bullies. When they thought something was cute, I saw the bad side and laughed at their weakness.

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