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In the dead of night, at approximately three in the morning, murder was in the air and blood was drying on the ground. The smell of death floated around the city of Chicago.
By Ray L. Pfundt6 years ago in Criminal
Every word that you hear with your two fragile ears can make you or break you or stick with you like glue. With the power words have,
By Ray L. Pfundt6 years ago in Poets
Back then, she smiled; the smile that of a child’s. She knew what that smile implied. Back then, she lied. Back then, she laughed;