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Written By: Piper Fitzgerald Dear Louisa, I have called one of the nurses to bring me a pen and paper. It’s obvious you have no plans to visit me, and I won’t bother with the phone, which never ceases to ring when I call you, so I’m forced to appeal to you via letter.

Written By: Nathaniel Macias | The dust rose in the lamplight with every pluck of the sunburst guitar.

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Written By: Seven Standen My final victim tasted like burnt nicotine and saccharine peppermints. He started keeping the individually wrapped mints in his pocket after I told him, on our first date, I hated smoking.

Written By: Jaryd Porter …Dynasty smacked her lips, burped, and sucked grease from her acrylics. Her belly poured across the floor and almost to the opposite wall.