Last Relationship. First Murder.
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MatureOngoing45m
Last published Thu, Mar 9, 2023
As I sparked my blunt & inhaled deeply I could hear her squirming. I looked at her & smiled, not a regular smile but a smile that said "it's finally over". I took another puff of my blunt & feeling satisfied I put it out for later. I walk over to her with a bag in one hand & my gun in the other. She cried & cried through the duck tape over her mouth. She looks at the gun & tears run down her face but little did she know...
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