Assassin's play
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Last published Tue, Nov 7, 2017
She was just fine, getting paid to kill, living by herself. Then he showed up and everything went to shit.
"He was sitting in a slouched position on the blue plastic chair, trying to blend in the populace of teens outside, in which he clearly didn't belong. Something in those amber eyes, which, oddly enough, matched hers, told her he saw the same horrors she did, maybe even more. He had calloused and experienced hands, presently twirling a pen as if wielding an entirely different, infinitely deadlier object. He was a threat."
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