Day 1: I bought some arsenic. For the mice. Day 3: My wife was screaming at me this morning. All she ever does is make me miserable. So I put some arsenic in her coffee. Not enough to hurt her, and besides, she’ll never know. I just need to take control of something in my [...]
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<– Chapter 4, pt. 2 / Chapter 6 –> So now he’s puttering, which is the equivalent of some fallen angel, headlong skydive from Grace as far as Ray is concerned. When he was recruited into the CIU, he was a battle weary, wide-eyed, five by five sort of combat veteran. He stomped through his [...]
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