Last Words (1 rating) by Lisa Anthony
Page 6 of 6 How did I know we'd drink the wine. I know Santra. I just knew. It was
placed for her to see it, in a sense it was calling her. Fate.
April 14th 1912
It's awkward writing all of this before I die but it's necessary. Necessary
for you all to understand. It's the only way Santra and I can be together. It's
meant to be like this. And tomorrow, yes tomorrow we will be together.
Samuel, Sean, Susan, they were all pawns! Pawns in my big plan and I love
them for that (hypothetically speaking. I mean I really do hate Samuel. Susan
is always in the way, that old bat and Sean hates his mother and for that I
hate him!). I need rest. Busy day tomorrow. Goodbye everyone. I'm not mad, just
too smart really.
P.S.
I'm sure our last words will be perfect.
Christopher P. Traint
Detective Titlerando closed the book. "So you see, Christopher P.Traint, is
the murderer."
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