The Killings

The Killings

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Mackenzie Rose had a terrifying childhood. She witnessed her own best friend get hit by a car, her mother was murdered right in front of her by her father, and she was put in foster care. The only thing that would make her crack a smile was her imaginary best friend named Betty. She would always get joked around by other kids because she would talk to herself, or what she would say is Betty. Sure Mackenzie is shy, but that all changes one day when she breaks out of her shell and into the real world, witnessing more murders, paying bills, and other things that suck. One day a detective showed up on tv and changed Mackenzie into a multi murderer, deranged drug dealer, and just plain out evil. Whats in store for Mackenzie now after she may or may not murder herself?
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