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π–˜π–Žπ– π–’π–Žπ–“π–šπ–™π–Šπ–˜
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Ongoing, First published Apr 13, 2019
each victim, six minutes... 

i used to think that becoming a murderer would be hard but it turns out... not so much. my victims are easy. they go unnoticeable from the small town i live and work so hard in. they don't stand a chance. 

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