For My Target [On-going]
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    For My Target [On-going]

    Teen Fiction

    I write letters to my target. He replies me as a stranger. I ask him to meet me. He never does. I text him. He doesn't reply. I meet him. He dies.

    #autumn #letters #murder #mylife #teenfiction

    From My Target

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    April 4, 2012
    
                          
    My Enemy,
    
                          
    You were my target before, -Autumn Justice. Now you're ready, you're my enemy.
    
                          
    I'm aware of what you want. You must be a queen in your thoughts, wrong thoughts. Bitch, you're a bitch.
    
                          
    I am capable of more than you think. My potential is much, much higher than you, bozo coward. You can do nothing, nothing, but make a lovely frankeinstein. 
    
                          
    Callum Morris - your Target
    
                          
    I remember this reply crystal clear, absolutely. This was what made me do what I did. You urged me, Morris, yes, you did it. Monster. You are a frankeinstein, you dead man! May the insects in your grave rot you to air, may they even decay your backbone, you are a filthy disgrace, Morris. Morris. Callum Morris. Horrible, so horrible.
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