It was 3:03 in the morning and there was someone in his bed. He couldn’t remember anything, after he passed out last night in the club. Nervously he searched for his gun, but it wasn’t there. He panicked. When he turned around the bullet went straight to his heart. It was close shot. He felt cold and slowly he dropped his head. Suddenly, phone rang and a female voice spoke softly, mission accomplished!


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