It was quiet in Basement 3. I was in my car and right in front of me was Martin. There was no one else around. Recipe for the perfect murder? I thought so too.
I stepped on the accelerator and drove straight in his direction.
But then I had a change of heart. I had just washed my car and didn't feel like getting any dirt on it.
The end.
p/s: Please don't use this blog post against me in the court of law. I have and will not ever commit murder. I'm a nice person...seriously. Blood freaks me out.
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