By Yip, 7 months and 23 days ago
My Perfect Murder.
Picture it:
I'm sitting here at my desk, squirming.
It occurs to me that I'm squirming because I need to use the restroom. (Yeah, I'm kinda dense about some things. Frankly, some of you would probably edfanot want to 'picture it'. Don't think I'd blame you.)
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