Six Feet Under
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Ongoing7m
Last published Fri, Nov 6, 2020
I picked up the knife, holding it to my chest, I looked back at the door to see if anyone noticed. Of course they didn't, no one ever noticed. They won't notice until I'm six feet under.
⚠️SPOILER ALERT SHE DIES AT THE END⚠️
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