The Eyes
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I don' t know why I did it. Why did I kill him, because he killed my father and sister. I have to get away from the police. My fingerprints are everywhere in his house. When I saw his eyes as he murdered my sister, it seemed as if he enjoyed it. I hate him. But I have to travel around the world in order to evade the police.
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