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She closed her eyes and flirted with me exactly the way I had wished for. She enticed me to come closer with all her seductive weapons. I obeyed and played along, sometimes holding her tight, and sometimes matching to her moves.

I pulled her closer, liked the way she smelled and passed on the compliment in a whisper.

In that very moment, I pushed the needle through the neck.

“In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun and—snap!—the job’s a game!”

In one swift move, the spy is killed.

 

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