Hitman
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This is the story of a hitman named Allen and it's told through the perspective of his psychiatrist who is trying to determine whether he should be subjected to the death penalty or not and is testifying in front of a congressional committe. Link is in the description since i can't find another way since the formatting does not transfer well from Google Drive to Wattpad
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | 𝟏𝟖+
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