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| Roche |
He looked left, he looked right. There was no one in
sight. He was exhausted from dragging and dragging all the way from the house.
After a moment to recompose himself, he grabbed her under the arms and pulled
her towards the shore. His plan was to dump her in the water. She would drift
away in the tide, away from his worries, away from his aggravation. Why did she
have to mess up the neatly organized script? It was cinematic to perfection, and
yet she decided to not to die. He could not understand it. After all wasn’t he supposed
to kill them and weren’t they supposed to die? Perhaps he should stick to being just some
sort of highwayman instead of aiming high…
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