I looked at the mess and sighed. This is the 10th time I came home to a mess. I couldn't make him stop no matter what.
He just keeps doing it. Again and again.
He won't talk to me anymore...probably because I was a serial killer.
And I killed him.
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The crooks of my mind...
RandomStories that I make up at the same time I'm writing them. Basically, weird stories.
