BTW....the book is a psychological thriller....and it involves no cheese......
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She stabbed him straight in the heart. A pool of blood began to form on his shirt around the puncture wound. A smile of content crossed her face as she gazed at the body in complete satisfaction. His eyes, wide open in shock, were transfixed to the kitchen ceiling and his mouth stood ajar in a terminated scream. Her work here was over. She stepped onto the front porch feeling the midnight breeze gnawing against her skin. The air was thick with the smell of the spring flowers and the night sky looked magnificent. Sydney didn’t want to have to kill him but she needed somewhere to stay and having him in her way would just, simply put, suck.
Paragraph 1 Rough Draft
She stabbed him straight in the heart. A pool of blood began to form on his shirt around the puncture wound. A smile of content crossed her face as she gazed at the body in complete satisfaction. His eyes, wide open in shock, were transfixed to the kitchen ceiling and his mouth stood ajar in a terminated scream. Her work here was over. She stepped onto the front porch feeling the midnight breeze gnawing against her skin. The air was thick with the smell of the spring flowers and the night sky looked magnificent. Sydney didn’t want to have to kill him but she needed somewhere to stay and having him in her way would just, simply put, suck.