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Hard existance, but does she feel the pain?
Another placebo to blow it all away,
Feels transparent but shines like a beacon light,
Should feel more but runs through the night,
One day folds into the next,
Lives in a dump but is it all a mess?
She's got it all together, more than she'll give credit for,
She blows it all away,
She gives herself away,
Sells her soul for nothing,
Running with the rest,
When will she see what I see?
When will she open her eyes?
When shes dead and gone,
My angel's dead and gone...
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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