With A Deadly Weapon

He lost himself in curls; the little ringlets placed there by a metal rod blissfully unaware it helped her kill a man. Did it feel guilty? She had always been dangerous, he knew that. Now? She was armed. Soft, sweet scent. Poisonous. Kissing Sweet Pea meant dying. So he did.
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