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I saw a woman, carrying a bottle, looking unsteady.
"Miss, if you haven't had enough to drink, why not come home with me?"
I brought her back to my place.
Then
I [twisted] her neck and [killed] her
I stripped her body and threw it in the tub.
Slap, slap.
I know I killed her.
So why is she, coming, my way
"I'm so sorry, dear sir. Did you think I was the victim tonight?"