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CSI Direction
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Complete, First published Jan 06, 2013
I saw her and thought she beautiful and thought I could trick her into trusting me. I can get on her good side and then kill her.  I walked over to her. She was so beautiful and vulnerable, she trusted me.  -a week later-  She trusted me enough now to invite me into her house.  She told me she was going to go change in her room so I made my way over to the kitchen.  She came down asking if I was hungry. "Yes I am, but not for food" " What do you mean?" I lifted the knife over my head and said " I mean I hungry for justice." and I stabbed her. It went through her chest and her heart. She was dead. After I cleaned her up I cleaned up the house with bleach. There was no traces left of the murder. Except her, or so I thought.
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