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jenniffersamara Jenniffer Samara

As the meat burned on the yard, she lit a cigarette. Inside the house, the afternoon sunshine illuminated her beautiful red vases on the shelf. The resin was lying on the table, ready for use. She was humming while taking out bloody roses from the ice cube trays. They were dark and smelled of man's blood, nothing that crimson ink and rose colony could not fix.

#crime #serialkiller #psychopath
  Jan 03, 2019, 14:50.
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Paul Larios Paul Larios
Nice executed!
May 19, 2020, 22:11

  • Jenniffer Samara Jenniffer Samara
    thank you so much, was kinda difficult to write, but a lovely challenge. July 04, 2020, 15:13

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