I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. It was 7 am and I had to be at work by 8. As I got out of bed, I realized that I didn't feel like going to work today. I felt anxious and restless, like something inside me was about to explode.399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJIyr2PG58z
As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my wife preparing breakfast. She looked so peaceful, her hair tied up in a ponytail, her face glowing with natural beauty. For a moment, I felt a surge of love for her. But it was short-lived, as my thoughts quickly turned to the chaos that awaited me at the office.399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc6z9xFUE3o
I arrived at the office at exactly 8 am, feeling nervous and jumpy. My colleagues were already there, buzzing with energy and excitement. They greeted me warmly, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZqz8mjJzPN
As the day wore on, tensions began to rise. The pressure of meeting deadlines and pleasing clients was too much for me to handle. Around noon, I snapped. I grabbed an Uzi from the armory and started spraying bullets everywhere. People screamed and ran for cover, but I didn't care. I just kept shooting, until finally, the police arrived and took me down.399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz16mhDf0qq
In the aftermath of the massacre, people would ask how it could have happened. How did a seemingly normal guy like me become a cold-blooded killer? The answer is simple - I went berserk.399Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvoEQQbCwGS
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