A Sangre Fria
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En su cabeza solo pasan las mismas palabras,en sus ojos se reflejaba lo mismo una y otra vez,ese cuchillo escondido bajo su falda lleno de sangre,aquello era algo no normal,escalofriante por que te metías con ella y sus problemas te atormentaban,sus juegos de los que no puedes huir y tan solo no puedes escapar de su filosa arma.
Sus manos delicadas y delgadas muchas veces se llenan de sangre,su ropa es quemada y los cuerpos son enterrados,pero un investigación llevada a cabo por Sr. Margot,aun no se podrá resolver o a lo mejor si,pero es tan difícil poder encontrarla.¿Esto acabara?.
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