http://slow.writerscafe.org/Labonitabella53 The original writings of author Labonitabella53 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776339495 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You are not some misunderstood victims who is angry at the world. Hell no! You are a nefarious monster who cons, robs, set-up, scams, rapes and murders. You take absolute pleasure from the suffering of others. I'm feeling like I could get my chance to get some insight into this human slug... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Labonitabella53/2958042/ "Did I tell you I love biographies? Well then, I told you now. I would love to learn more about your life. I'm listening. " I hear feet moving in night's darkness. "You don't want to talk." The dangerous ones watch everything I do and who I talk to. I guess I should be afraid, but it doesn't distrac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Labonitabella53/2958039/ They are around me, yet I am alone. 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