Phil

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Bang.

I shot the boy that I was told to flirt with from the balcony. It was funny really. All the boys thought they could trust me. Haha.

They wish.

This was my job. Getting trust, a relationship, sometimes more, with a boy. And then shooting them. Murdering them.
Ending their "happy little lives."

I wish I had one of those. A normal life. None of this "Kill and move on" shit. I hated it. I hated all of it. But hey. Maybe one day I could find the right boy. So I could kill him and keep his body.
Haha.
Call me a psychopath all you want.
At least I'm truthful to myself.

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