You're my Jinx
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I stared into the eyes of a psychotic killer. Face to face.
"Oh, but you love me, Jeff." I smirked.
"Say anymore and I'll put this knife right through your throat." He threatened.
"You won't hurt me. You can't." I smiled to myself.
"Don't jinx yourself." He got close to me.
Our bodies inched apart. The knife to my neck.
"But I'm your Jinx."
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He tried to push me away still crying. "Don't cry...be happy." I said putting the knife at the edge of his mouth. "Smile!" I yelled slicing through his mouth.
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