memorie si crima
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Last published Sat, Jun 23, 2018
Poc! o data .Poc! de doua ori si deja nu mai pot sa respir.Este aproape ma va gasi insa nu am sa-l las sa castige din nou.Imi scot cutitul de la spate inca tremurand gata sa ma apar.
_Chiar crezi ca nu o sa te gasesc.Iesi afara Genavi si am sa-ti ofer o moarte rapida.
S-o crezi tu nenorocitule ,am sa te fac sa platesti pentru tot ,pentru Etan.Deschid usor usa si nu il vad nicaieri .Pun cutitul inaintea mea si pasesc usor in fata uitandu-ma in fiecare loc.Dintr-o data simt o teava metalica si rece impingandu-mi capul.
_Te-am gasit.spune cu o voce dementa si incepe sa rada ca un psihopat.
Aud cum da drumul la siguranta si Poc!
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