She pondered life and whether there really was such a thing as right or wrong. She had sinned, yet no hand smote her. A calculated risk, she decided as the blade sliced his neck. Just as she suspected, she remained alive and well, and he? Well, he bled to death.

Well, dang, Miss Julie. Say it the way it is, girl. Well done!
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Kisses, my friend
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To the point, love it.
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Thank you
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OoOoo that’s good Julie.
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Thanks, Ainsley
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A nice slice of horror. 🙂
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