Life Goes On For Some
The creature knew nothing.
Of the horror of the death in front of him. A row over drugs. Not planned. Did that matter? A life gone anyway.
The party boy kills the drug dealer who won’t give him more drugs. But was it ok that he was a drug dealer that died? Brother crying because he seen past that.
Sure they put the killer in. He was all charisma and charm. Aren’t most psychopaths? Debunking the theory of the lonely guy in the basement. Debunking is fruitless when a person is dead.
But sure they let him out. Not surprising.
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