VSSMURDER Twitter Prompt

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I watched him.
He was always there.
The same routine.
I thought of many ways.
Settled on Garrote.
It was personal.
I moved behind him.
He never knew I was there.
Until it was too late.
Now the last thing he will feel is my lips whispering in his ear:
I loved you…

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