Thursday Night

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Anonymous POV

Kala Durbin.

No one would murder such a precious girl? I mean, where is the motive? 

I looked at my watch. 8:09 PM. I looked straight ahead at Kala Durbin's house. I am going to do it. I am going to walk in there. We are going to talk. I am going to control my anger. Everything will be fine. 

I walked up her driveway. The sky was black, the west wind blew and I continued to walk up to the door. 

White wood with multiple chip marks in it the doorbell was black and to the right of the door. 

I can do this.

I reached out my right hand and rang the doorbell. Through the window besides the door I could see Kala coming down. 

Tonight is the perfect night to talk. Is it too perfect for a murder?

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