I Am a Cold-Blooded Murderer

The roaches killed by me would vouch for this

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I was thinking of a story idea when a roach flew into my room. I got up and got my broom. What followed next was not something I had imagined. The roach spoke to me. The reason I hate the color brown and the one who awakens the killer in me could talk. This was quite a revelation.