Waiting For The Kill.
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~ Pushing my way through this dark as*s forest. Jumping over sticks and what not. I stopped suddenly. I heard a crack. I heard it intently to the person coming slowly towards me. I lazily pulled out my pistol out my from my holster. I was too skilled to care of killing this person. – sigh – He has to go. I waited for that one moment…killed him. Easy as picking a flower.
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