Such a shame, so YOUNG to be a mass-murder, they're only 10./ "Wait, they're still breathin', tho'."
What? But...such shallow breaths and restraints?/ "Th' nice cat lady an' th' scary guys say use this thingy an' th' bad men won't chase me no more!" -- Anon Guest
Timi had had quite enough of the bad men. They all came to her big house and had a lot more food that Timi and her sisters ever did and they did things to her and her sisters. Once she had a chance, she tipped pest poison into the big soup pot. Fifty dead, fifteen more sick in hospital, twelve running home, and only three left on the scene trying to find who had done it.
Timi was already in the pretty bedrooms, pretending to play with dolls in the cutesy-wootsy frilly pink dress. All things she never got when the bad men weren't there. That was when the scary men found her. They were not bad men, and they looked around the pretty bedroom like they wanted to be sick.
That was what gave them points in Timi's book.
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