Sunday, September 19, 2010


I looked at the paper. "Number 13" it said. Glancing at the door just before me, I saw that I was standing just two doors down. Quietly, I set my bag down and withdrew my.22, screwing the silencer I had handcrafted specially for the job onto the end. I loved motel jobs. The approach and the escape were easy.

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