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He's lonely. So when I stop for the first time ever, I almost feel bad when his face lights up. Almost. Because immediately following that pure smile of a human being who craves the company of another human being, his eyes flick down to my tank top, where my breasts heave up and down as I catch my breath. And we're not two human beings anymore.
We're a male and a female.
Alone in the woods.
And I lie, say that I'm winded, need to sit down for a minute. And part of him knows he shouldn't do this. The part that crumbles up crackers and feeds them to birds knows that he shouldn't bring me out of the sun into the darkness of his house. But another part wants to.
And it's much stronger.
I go, smiling when he holds the screen door open for me. It makes my nose scrunch up and draws attention to my freckles, which everyone says make me so cute. They have no idea.
I walk inside, into the cool shadows, pretending not to hear when he flicks the lock on the screen door. Then I turn around and tell him who I am.
This is how I kill someone.
And I don't feel bad about it.
Fler smakbitar finns hos Mari. Ha en trevlig söndag!