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For the third time this week, I am on my bed with a person I've never met, and I'm strangling them to death.

This time, it is a young woman. Probably only been an adult for months not years. But that doesn't matter to me. I just love to know it when someone's gone for good, and I know it's because of me.

She is flailing, clawing, and trying to scream, but I won't let go. I look into her eyes that are growing redder and redder by the second, and then they go blank. The overwhelming joy is indescribable.

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    Rodindeadpan over 9 years ago

    Sounds like a typical Tuesday night of strangling for Brandon and me.

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