"THE MOON NEVER SHOWED UP"
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A criminology student trying to impress his teacher.
A diary of the unknown.
"Please!" He begged for mercy, shivering, curled up on the ground.
"Don't ask for mercy when you cannot give any." I said, smiling before stabbing him thrice and twisting the knife to ninety degrees left.
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