100wc week 19-Bradly

The lights flickered over the black knife like The plate of eggs from last night. I had washed the plate before but it still bore the ugly smell. I stabbed gabe’s sweater, ripping the fringe. I was angry. Yesterday he got what he wanted. He got ran over by the psycho driver. Today we were dealing with his property. He bore lots of valuables, but not enough for his hospital bills. His grave read dead by hospital bills. The hospital refused to take him when we said we were broke. I’m going to rob them. My name is jeff.

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