Hate

There she was, shaking with a gun in his head and her fingers in the trigger.

She decided not to pull it again, she hear too many voices in her head. She noticed an alarm, the police was comming she thought, but another voice appeared:

Camon honey, it is time to have breakfast and go to the university, try not to discuss with our mate John today.

 

pesadilla

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