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Submitted to Contest #72
How many months has it been? Two? Three? I lost count. My friends and family have left me to rot. It seems that they’ve given up on a jobless 35-year-old man who has no future. Was it my fault that the company I worked for would close down? I spent years of my life in that tiny cubicle, slaving away for a meager salary. What did I get in return? Nothing but misery. Because of my ungodly work hours, I never had time to socialize let alone get a girlfriend or a wife. It sure is pitiful. Now, I am living in a derelict apartment that stinks...
David Rembrant, that’s my name. The “best detective” in all of the Western District as my colleagues often teased me about. I’m really not one to get hung up on the awards and medals but it sure is fun to catch bad guys. I mean don’t get me wrong, seeing evil on a daily basis takes a toll on my soul. But watching the criminals you catch spend their lives in prison or even go on death row is the best feeling of accomplishment. This is what I’m feeling at this moment as I watch the live execution of a prominent serial killer called “Red H...
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