Is this like life? K wonders. My hand is already determined from the beginning. My hand in life is probably something worthless, like three kkeut.
Zeynebhas quoted2 years ago
I was forty-five at the time of my last murder. Looking back, it dawns on me that my father was also forty-five the year he suffocated under the pillow. What a strange coincidence. I’m writing this down, too.