Friday, August 1, 2014

524 - The price of a life: the victim.

When I was young, my parents and teachers used to tell me that life was a gift from God, that it was priceless, invaluable; but now that I've grown up, I realized how wrong they were, because it looks like that my life is only worth a couple of thousand of dollars, which is what they payed to the killer I have after my head.

The end.

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