Last night, I became a murderer.
In a fit of rage, I killed my millionaire lover. As head housekeeper, I had been looking after his home for years and, after proving my loyalties to him, I believed we would be married and I would share his fortune.
When he announded his relationship with a young, beautiful secretary, I was devestated. And later, when I asked him if he did not love me, he laughed in my face. I was so furious that I grabbed the dagger (which was conviently on hand) and killed him.
Murder mystery games are always fun, particularly for the murderer.
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(These are Amanda's original comments, but with a tiny bit of personal information removed.)
It's great to see that another friend has taken the plunge into the world of blogging. Post some pictures soon, eh? :)
(These are Jen's comments with the same personal information removed.)
I saw your comment on Amanda's blog and followed it here. Great to see you blogging. I'm curious to see some pictures too!
You are such a talented writer! :)
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