But that was only my thought, actually I was wrong.
That day someone knocked at my door, I opened and there was the police.
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But that was only my thought, actually I was wrong.
That day someone knocked at my door, I opened and there was the police.
She was looking at the fire, when I took it and hurt her. She fell down. As soon as I noticed that she was already dead I tooke the corpse and brought it the garden. As I wanted nobody to get to know it I dug a big hole, where I put herĀ and then run away. Everything was good.
She invited me to her house for a tea. I immediately caught the opportunity. She has been so mean! She has to pay for it.
I went by her, we were in the living room I saw a knife on the fire-place; when she went to take the pastries in the kitchen, I took it and I co0vered it with a blanket.
We started talking. She asked me what I waas doing in my life, I said that I had a part-time Job as a shop AssistantĀ at McDonald’s. Guess what she answered? She knew it. She knew i couldn’t afford, with my intelligence, a better Job. I was furious.
I was on my way, going back home, when i met an old woman. At the beginning I didn’t recognize her, but then I got it. She was my German teacher in the high school.