Killer
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Last published Fri, Dec 12, 2014
I Found A Note One Day. It Said It Was For My Father. I Opened It Anyways. I Was Curious. I Shouldn't Have Found That Note. I Should Have Opened It. I Shouldn't Have Been Curious. I Should Have Watched My Back.
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