A Drop of Black
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Last published Mon, Jan 21, 2013
"I hadn't meant to fall asleep - last night had taught me that sleep was dangerous.
It made you vulnerable, and that was something I couldn't afford to be, if I wanted to win, and at the moment I did want to win. I wanted to beat them, prove them wrong.
I wanted to survive.
Then, I wanted to kill them."
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