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A Bit Too Far

“It wasn’t her personality. It wasn’t her achievements. It was her smirk or her strange cheer or zeal for all things I hate. It wasn’t what she said. It was the way she said it. It was the tone in her voice. It was her domineering grin. It was imagining how much pleasure she was attaining from outdoing me just once.

“Maybe it wasn’t so much of her as it was of my own personal paranoia. Just maybe. But, whatever it was, it was killing me. It was consuming me from the inside out. It was stripping away everything: my self-confidence, my wit, my courage, my intelligence, even my sanity. I never talked to myself or caught myself laughing for no reason or heard voices. I wasn’t nuts, but I sure wasn’t sane.”

As I said that, my lawyer punched my arm. I knew I had gone too far. It wasn’t the first time. After all, murder is a bit too far.

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