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Sometimes a girl was just too tired to murder. My creative killing juices weren’t flowing.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and prayed for a different life, new friends, and a scrap of mental health.

Friends did not spank friends and enjoy it. That was a rule.

I was a grim reaper in a woman’s body. It was obvious what was happening. I needed a shopping trip.

I’d been fine when I first got back to the room, if you defined fine as a state of being in perpetual agony and manically hallucinating. The delusion was that I thought I was fine.