Walking slowly toward the corpses before him and trembling vigorously, Ivan fell to his knees. Heavy tears, slimy mucus, and saliva flowed from his eyes, nose, and mouth. His lips vibrated as he tried to say, "sorry," to his dead wife and son. He slowly touched his innocent son's tainted head when a cold GM-22 suppressor pistol tapped the back of his head twice.
FALLING FOR A VICIOUS MIND!
Urban · Tres_Aguila
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