"Sara do you have the shirt I gave you?"

"It's in the washing machine Sir."

"I need it right now."

"I still need to wash it."

"I'll wash it myself."

"Sir you told me to wash it last night."

"Give it to me now Sam!"

"What's the rush?"

The man pulled out an gun and pointed it at sara. "Give it to me now."

"Why is your shirt stained with blood?"

The man shot Sara and took the shirt and ran off.

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Scott was sitting outside on an hot day selling ice-cream. His long silver hair hanging down, shineing on his white jacket.

"Sir would you like to buy some ice-cream? Scott asked a man as he passed by.

"How much?" The man responded

"One dollar per scoop."

"I'll take two." He handed Scott two dollar's.

"Can I ask you something?" Scott smiled at him as he begun to scoop the ice-cream.

"What," the man replied rudely.

"Why did you kill Sara vowilng?"

"T-that's nonsense give me my money back."

"Why your ice-cream already made." Scott holded it out.

The man turned and walked away. He went back into his house and locked the door and begun packing. When he got a knock on the door.

"Who's there!"

"You forgot your ice-cream." Scott opened the locked door and stepped into the house. "Nice place to die right?" He pulled out an long sharp object and stabbed him with it to he fell on the ground.