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Becoming Trinity, in the mind of a female serial killer page 2

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It was late the clock read 1:02 am in the mahnin
and everyone had gone to bed. I made sure I had sox on my feet so I could quietly slide over to the gun cabnet without waking anyone up. † † † †  
After making sure everyone was asleep; I slid on ovah an quietly unlocked the cabnet door and removed two hand guns. One ah Smith & Wesson 9mm semi automatic, the othah a 38 special. I slipped both guns inside my jeans, closed and locked the door and snuck downstairs and put the keys back on the kitchen table. I tipped toed back up to my room put on my boots, my leatha jacket and left the house to think. † † † † †  
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†My head stahted banging while I walked. I pulled out a Mabro, and lit it. I took a long hahd pull an exhaled___I stahted thinking back on my life, trying to sort out my next move. † †  
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To be continued...  

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Written by Zazzles (Broomie)
Published | Edited 3rd Feb 2021
Author's Note
The story is not about me Iím just writing it from a first person perspective. Thanks for looking 😊
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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