Short story

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Your tutor is pretty hot.
Fin you are my tutor.
And I'm pretty hot. 
Shut up I have work to do.The smaller boy of the two said while trying to focus on his work.  "
Yeah and I'm helping you with it ! You said it yourself! I'm your tutor!"
The taller one said
"Then help me!" The smaller boy,  yelled. "Help you get undressed?" The taller one replied. "Leave me alone, fin 'Nah, gabe  you love me." He winked. *gabe then signs in defeat*
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I'm not taking you to the hospital just because you stubbed your toe" "But I stubbed it on the corner of a table. Is that's supposed to make a difference  Isabelle?
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I'm dying tom
It's JUST  a papercut jax
Tell my family... I love them....
Stop being so dramatic, jax , before I cremate you
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Is this illegal?" She asked, holding a gun  standing over a dead body in the middle of a bank with money bags over her shoulders. It may be but. now  we can buy all the shit we want.
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On are honeymoon i looked into my boyfriends eyes that are  full of happiness we have been together for 12 years  i wonder how im supposed to tell him i was sent to kill him
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Veronica? you haven't came out of your room, I say as I walk into my daughter's room Veronica?  ...
*i scream as I see her dead body on the floor *"

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No one expected him to die but i did because i was the one who killed him only one person is supposed to win
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I don't know your name, but can you share it with me so I know what to scream?""Dom  we've been married for 5 years
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I ran through the long corridors, each step echoing on the marble flooring. I hear sounds of angry men with weapons behind me as I desperately search for a hiding place. When I reach the majestic cedar doors to the antiquated library I push them open and slip into its warm embrace. The dimly lit room offers little help as I stumble to find my way around. Finally I seclude myself in a small nook at the very far corner, hidden away...(the small box in my hands is mashed and slightly broken in places from my reckless escape, but I open it anyways. Inside is dozens of letters, and neatly in the middle is a small, leather-bound journal. It is old and worn with time marks, and I open it slowly. Calligraphied handwriting covers each page as I scan its contents, then begin reading, gaping at the first line. "Hello dear, I'm so glad you were able to find my will."
I want to be remembered like an old library, Beautiful, dusty and wonderfully eerie Filled with thoughts like the books that leave you in a reverie And when you think of me you remember the words I wrote and the thoughts I thought I hope you remember me like a quote, something that just makes you wonder, And that you can see in me the sun but also the thunder, I want to be looked at not as one whole but as the wonderfully assembled fragments of memories, Just like the books in an old library to be owned 

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I went in with no one not thinking id come out with friends

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I didn't mean to kill her
those six words racing through my head as i look down to isa cold body she lunged at me when i refused to give her money for the eighth time i was just using self defense we get into fights like this a lot most people would call what we have  a toxic relationship but i love this girl from the moon and back she's my world or use to be.
I sit her with her laying in my lap as she lets out her last breath now i'm all alone the love of my life died  right in my arms why can't this world have mercy on my heart i'm human after all
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