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it's funny how much damage    a .338 Lapua Magnum can cause    to the person wielding the    weapon of death. the pain sliced through me    quick, merciless    and death came slowly. PERRIE GRAM, the plaque    on my desk    mocked me: ACCOUNTS CLERK. by night, my name card read ASSASSIN FOR HIRE although between the lines ****** SUBMISSIVE PART-TIME LOVER GRIM REAPER    hovered in silence. hundreds have died    by the barrel of my gun:    politicians, mob bosses    past lovers, business competitors    but your thirst for blood    and revenge    still blinds you. "I love you," you tell me    but the absence of    feeling in those three words troubles me so. tell me: why am I still    not good enough?
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 2:28 AM UTC
Good Enough
it's funny how much damage    a .338 Lapua Magnum can cause    to the person wielding the    weapon of death. the pain sliced through me    quick, merciless    and death came slowly. PERRIE GRAM, the plaque    on my desk    mocked me: ACCOUNTS CLERK. by night, my name card read ASSASSIN FOR HIRE although between the lines ****** SUBMISSIVE PART-TIME LOVER GRIM REAPER    hovered in silence. hundreds have died    by the barrel of my gun:    politicians, mob bosses    past lovers, business competitors    but your thirst for blood    and revenge    still blinds you. "I love you," you tell me    but the absence of    feeling in those three words troubles me so. tell me: why am I still    not good enough?
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 2:28 AM UTC
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