Thursday, February 18, 2010
Morning
She started slowly down the foyer, up to the room, opened the door, looked at her mother, and then crawled on top of her father. be fore he could realize what she was doing; the gun was already inserted into his mouth, she pulled the trigger, she felt better, a whole hell os a lot better.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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