Their evening was nothing special, and her urge to kill him was getting incremental,
so she knocked the glass of wine on her red dress, and told him it was accidental.
She then told him that she had to go to her house to change, and he could come too if he wouldn't be too judgmental,
for her place was nothing extravagant: it was just a small rental.
They then got out of the restaurant and were soon kissed by the cold air of the night,
And when she got to her car, she offered him to join her as a way of sounding remotely polite.
He then respectfully declined, and then explained it was alright,
for his own car was right across the street: not the black one, but the white.
On his way to his white car, the poor man got struck,
you'd think it was a small, slow car, but, alas, no: it was a big, speedy truck.
She saw every detail of the scene unfold right in front of her, then cursed her bad luck,
as she slammed her own car door and punched the steering wheel, not before whispering,
"what in the fuck?"
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He Just Refuses to Die
Mystery / ThrillerHer one rule is simple: If she invites a guy to a date and he comes even a second late, she will kill him. Obviously, no guys comes **exactly** on time, so she usually kills everyone from the very first date. But then he comes along. He's handsom...
