Ms. Mary Manslaughter

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Ms. Mary Manslaughter grit her pearly white teeth, and licked her lips as she held the trigger down forcefully.

“Better hide, better run. Cause’ I’m mowing the lawn with my tommy gun.”

No one could hear her jest though, over the hellish cackling of 700 rounds per minute.

But it didn’t matter.

She could hear.

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