He looks at me and smiles. A smile that shakes the soul and rattles the bones. As if he knows something that I don't. it's unnerving really. he doesn't answer my question instead he just tries to sound like a comedian "it's just a bunch of innocent murder" he utters. what a contradiction upon another! there is no such thing as innocent murder.....or was there?
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