The last murder to perform was much more serious, after all it wasn't even murder, it was suicide. I strapped the bombs to my chest, and I put on an overcoat. I hurried through the city streets, and took a seat at the base of the flagpole in the square. The flag was an American one. So I took three deep breaths before I pressed the button, and everything went up in smoke.
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Short StoryShe was psychotic, no question about it. She killed four people. She laughed. She burned their bodies. Then she blew up the American flag. **WARNING: involves a lot of death, murder, and a crazy lady** Updated once weekly on Saturdays.
