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The tall blonde that John had picked up at the discotheque now lay naked on his bed.
She smiled at him. “Take off your clothes, baby. ” The smile turned to horror as the knife plunged into her heart. John kneeled and prayed. “Forgive me, my Lord. I have rid the world of one more sinner.”
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