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I wanted to kill someone. It could be anyone. I wasn’t holding a grudge. I just felt like it. Why not? I could start small. Just for practice. Feel warm blood on my hands. See what it’s like… Something small. I felt the warmth of the Jack Russell puppy by my feet. See if I liked the thrill of it. I lay in bed thinking about it – thinking about killing someone. Taking a life. A murder. I rolled that around my brain. Me, a murderer... A killer.
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