“You know, I would love to drag this one-on-one thing we’ve got going,” I told her, “but I’m absolutely done watching you breathe. Because every breath you’re taking right now is grating on my nerves.” I canted my head and winked at her. “Time’s up, Mommy. May you rest in fucking hell.” I pulled my hand back, and then brought it forward, stabbing the nail file into her throat.
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