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"This will be so hot" April whispered as she climbed on top of her sleeping man and put the muzzle in his mouth to spook him.
"Baby" she said as he woke.
She pulled the trigger and the explosive fire blew out the back of his head.
She screamed.
#gunsafety
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"Stab me again. Harder" she whispered through gritted teeth.
Selene wrapped her fingers around James' hands and forcefully pulled the knife's blade back into her stomach with an evil grin.
James couldn't flee! Tears flowing, he shouted, "Stop!!! Please!!!"
“Ethan, don’t run in the dark with femur shards in hand!”
Ethan laughed, gleeful emotion saturating youthful dalliance.
"I pulled it from the chap!" He shouted, playing with auntie's sacrifice.
"He's mine now!" He said, as he slipped and impaled himself.
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Gleeful treachery! The board has no idea what I'm planning! Snuff out one life, snuff out all lives? They won't get away with such ridiculous recommendations! The nerve! Halloween on the 30th because the 31st is a Sunday!?
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He's trying to free the lout!
We spent weeks planning the capture, ransom, and flawlessly escapable and inevitable execution of this roach and John grew a conscience now?!
My boot savaged his jaw as I physically denied his righteous efforts.
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You should probably make sure your loved ones are safe. James. Emma. Sleeping soundly. We hope.
Oklahoma. Midwest. Tornado threat mild. Chance of severely blended human, cow and lumber milkshake low. Chance of tossed timber and street debris salad mild. Maybe a carbon based crouton or two.
Be safe.
Haley hastily rounded the corner into the dining room and tripped, the scissors she gripped in her right fist plunging into her eye socket as she bounced off the tile floor.
Accident? Her daughter tittered from the frame, tautly gripping the fishing line.
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"It wasn't a fucking accident!"
Maeve struggled to breathe through the convulsing sobs. If you'd call it breathing at all.
He'd driven off the road and hit her intentionally. She knew it.
He ignored her ghostly, ethereal cries. His car was fine.