December 1st
Bliss Morano
Blood was the first thing I see it was pouring from my stomach. So I'm a victim huh? Who in the world would want to kill an old lady? I guess it's one of them youngsters.
I was only eighty three and some silly little teen murdered me well thats what I think anyway as I black out.
My blood as red as cherries is left on the floor.
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