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:: Thursday, December 15, 2005 ::
I slipped around the corner, increasing my speed as if the world was falling away behind me. Afraid to look back in case it had, I collapsed against a dumpster, safely concealed in the shade. I emptied my pockets out between my legs and with a wimpering exhalation picked through my latest acquisitions. Meager objects meant to keep me alive for a little longer.
A long flathead screwdriver, chosen because all I could think about was how easy it would be to bury up to the hilt in an eyesocket. A handful of tiny LED lights. A roll of 12 gauge solid core wire. The last Maxim.
"Jessica Alba would join my team for SURE if she is still alive"
The hoot of the clown mob I had just evaded crashed into my ears like a bat. Fear pulled me up the fire escape and I hid, curled up like a little child, behind the lip of the roof. Clutching the flat-head, i squeezed Happy's red nose to calm my nerves. It still smelled of blood but I didnt mind. I had killed once already and it was my talisman.
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