Revving the engine, my sights locked on with cold intent. After I strike there won't be a shred of remorse, only satisfaction.
April 1957.
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I lunged in with a kiss, you recoiled in fear. The glint of your ring on the nightstand was too late for my lust-struck eyes to notice.
March 1957.
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