i did the fucker right there on the kitchen floor i had told himover and over that no one would miss him fucking junk addict no family no friends no shit only dealers and skanks who would hang for a hit then suck and ditch and i told him quit fucking around but he didn't listen didn't take heed and so i did the fucker right there on the tile he was jacking and i walked up behind him and pulled the trigger point blank silenced his face just like exploded outward from the nose and he fell forward off the chair onto the floor and his fucking dog started barking and barking so i did that fucker too fucking junkies it was simple simple all i had asked was that all hands stay off tommy tommy was too pure too young only my love was right for him he needed me and the only thing i had asked was for all hands tobe kept off tommy and this fuck this junkie fuck he put his hands on him and when i walked in and saw poor little tommy on his knees at the foot of the chair with this junkie fuck's dick in his tiny little mouth... i had to kill him i played it cool offered him junk knowing that no fear could overpower his addiction took him to the kitchen and did that motherfucker right there on the white tile floor did his fucking dog, too and now poor little tommy no longer pure no longer in need of me poor little tommy in the living room waiting for daddy horatio to come play horatio has a new game today, little tommyBirth sign: Cancer
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