“You fools don’t have enough on me,” the handcuffed man sneered over his shoulder as he was lead away.
The detective was prying a blood soaked manuscript for “I Am God” from the dead psychologist/amateur book critic’s hand.
Staring at the letter opener plunged into the victim, The detective muttered, “Yeah we do, you narcissist.”
Posted on Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Impulsive Behavior
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