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Guess who died.
Stabbed the air and his trust with my finger, as I point away our secret treasure bank.
"Oh! You piece of bird shit.
You shrivelling son of a––"
"Hush now! Stanley.
Hush.
One of us was always gonna be the Judas, okay?
You should be grateful infact, to me, for taking the responsibility off of you.
...and please, do away with the American accent. Coming from you, it stinks like the corpse that already lives in your mouth."
Red-eyed Stanley reached for his revolver and squeezed hard the trigger...
© Olaoluwa.O.O
"Oh! You piece of bird shit.
You shrivelling son of a––"
"Hush now! Stanley.
Hush.
One of us was always gonna be the Judas, okay?
You should be grateful infact, to me, for taking the responsibility off of you.
...and please, do away with the American accent. Coming from you, it stinks like the corpse that already lives in your mouth."
Red-eyed Stanley reached for his revolver and squeezed hard the trigger...
© Olaoluwa.O.O
