the raise of a serial killer
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Ongoing18m
Last published Mon, Aug 10, 2015
My life was just as normal as it could ever be. But I kind of liked that. Until that day when I stopped by a coffee shop. When my eyes met hers. I couldn't tell what was special about her. Maybe her eyes, her smile. Maybe her innocence, Child's innocence. But I am on the edge now. I need an easy target. I betrayed my promise to my father. But I really need this. I need to kill her. It’s been a while since I have killed someone.
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