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     I wake up in the morning, putting a smile on my face. It's time for the day. I live in this huge, dark mansion all alone. My family is gone. I killed them. Nobody liked them anyway. My life is swirling, nothing really goes planned. I just do it. Everyone morning I wake up, listening to my classical music. I put on my creepy, dark black clothes on and head out of Hades and off to town. It's five in the morning and some people are about to get up and go to work. This is when my job comes into handy.
     As I'm walking along the sidewalk, I burn anything I don't like and wait for people. I saw a hurt cat, so I stabbed it and it died. I smiled and walked away. I love killing. Now, I'm ready. My job is now in process. People were out walking to their jobs. I slowly followed them and when they stopped, I stabbed them. They fell to the ground as my smile grew wider than ever. Blood everywhere. My favorite part is when they try yelling help, but nobody can hear them. I get paid for eating as I'm killing innocent people. How is that not the best job ever? Sometimes I like to kidnap the people and kill them slowly, but sometimes I just kill them right away because I'm too lazy to kidnap them. They scream and cry all the time and that's so annoying. Honestly, my life is great and I get so much money for doing the thing I love the most, killing.

KR