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I didn’t recognize the street this morning, or was it perhaps late in the afternoon. People passed me, eyes on the pavement and avoiding contact.
She loves the way it looks, the coolness on her skin. But those drops of ice are melting. Her composure wearing thin. They found out something about her, something no one knows.
Look at me, it's not my true identity I have a covert identity, i wonder if you'd ever see, my thoughts, my deeds are all that makes me but something I may do may not describe me.
22/03/04 As I anxoiusly crept around the lifeless wall, a scream entered my ears. Huh. "Mika!. Is that you?!" But it was useless. I was the murderer. First kill...