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I was at the taylor gang concert and lola monroe was performing. i was the only person in the crowd that new any of her songs so she called me on stage and had me sing some of them with her. after the show we took a bunch of pictures and hung out. when i was ready to leave she took me to this building in milwaukee where crack addicts live she knew a lady that lived there and we went inside the lady's appartment in side the apartment were a bunch of crack addicts geting high. the lady offard me some water from a milk jug and lola monroe told me to rinse the jug off nd drink the water. then my best friend called me and wanted me to meet up with her so i got ready to leave. before i left lola gave me her number and told me to call her when i was ready for her to pick me up. after i met up with my friend i called lola and she picked us up. we hung out with my best friend for a while then we dropped her off. i asked lol to take me home and she invited me to finsh the 2050 tour with her and the rest of taylor gang we went to the airport and got on a plane to st. louis

I was with a guy (i've seen him around school) & then i had another one (my real boyfriend , in reality). i have a pool party and i was with the 1st guy, kissing and others. then my other boyfriend calls tosee if he can come over, but i tell him its a bad idea. then he tells my its too late im already here. he comes around back, he saw me with the other guy. he jumps in and starts to fight. the fight was violent, and bloody. they both turn to me and say "who do you perfer" at the same time. then it was over.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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