They're HOT.

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You grip the bleach bottle tightly as you survey the scene in front of you. The blood stains on the carpet are still fresh, and the metallic smell of death fills the air. You take a deep breath and begin the task of cleaning up.

You start by putting on a pair of gloves and grabbing a roll of paper towels. You carefully blot up as much of the blood as you can, trying not to spread it around any further. You then move on to the carpet cleaner, spraying the area generously and scrubbing with a brush until the stains begin to fade.

With the carpet taken care of, you turn your attention to the walls and furniture. You use a mixture of bleach and water to wipe down any surfaces that may have been touched, trying to eliminate any evidence of what happened. You work methodically and efficiently, trying to erase any trace of the event that occurred.

Several hours later, you step back and survey your work. The room looks almost normal again as if nothing had ever happened. You take a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. You hid the murder.

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"Y/N!" Your friend Toni comes running into the cafe you work at. Many people turn to stare.

"What is it, Toni?" You ask, producing her coffee for today.

"The FBI!"

You almost choke on the air. "Here? In town?"

"Yes! And ohhhhh my god. They're HOT." She puts a hand on her chest and closes her eyes. "I want to fuck them all."

"Toni!"

"Sorry!" Toni says, clearly having forgotten she's in public. "Cmon, I think they're still outside!"

"But I'm wor-" She grabs your wrist and drags you outside.

And that's when you see him.

The most attractive man you've ever laid eyes on.

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