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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWA6yPwKSmp
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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKO0biBDlLA
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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE8njyRgTOk
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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgkW8i2Cphm
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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWCh2pXLoP2
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