Adam
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Ongoing8m
Last published Wed, Sep 18, 2019
"And they just sit there smiling at me, while I gaze blankly into their eyes, a shining smile printed on my face like it was faxed to me.
I could never hurt a fly, could I?"
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I tilt my head, eyes glaring towards the woman " I'm not a psychopath if that's what you're asking , sweetheart" "So what is your say in murdering the innocent?"She questions " oh that? ,let's just say it relieves stress, kinda like a hobby" She quickly scribbles that down, my eyes follow the pen before flickering towards her face. I lean forward. "But, who said those i have killed, where innocent" She suddenly pauses, looking up to me. I smirk.
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