The assassin Tick tock, tick tock. Time sure goes slowly when you’re waiting. Waiting for what do you ask? I
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Hatred love part 2: The assassin Tick tock, tick tock. Time sure goes slowly when you're waiting. Waiting for what do you ask? I don't even know yet, maybe I shouldn't tell you; maybe I should just keep it to myself. That's just what I have been doing for the past year. Waiting. Slowly. Preparing for this moment, like a world-class chef prepares for an exquisite meal for the queen, you know, so carefully, elegantly, making sure there isn't the slightest mistake. That's just what I have been doing, preparing. Well the wait is almost over. Today it ends. In just a few hours or so I'm going to do it, I'm going to do what I want to do. Am I scared? Of course I'm scared but I mustn't let fear disturb my concentration, otherwise there will be no point of me being here. I feel the sweat...


