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Grandma Nam reached out to caress Lee Ui-seon's (pseudonym) face that she could make out in the moonlight. There was something in the look Ui-seon was giving her as she loomed over the bed: murderous intent. The long knife reflected the moonlight as she swung it down onto her grandmother's neck with all of the hatred she had in her heart for mankind. Had the feminist group WOMAD radicalized her into a killer? Or was there something more sinister in her heart?
By Mimi Mizicko4.6
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Grandma Nam reached out to caress Lee Ui-seon's (pseudonym) face that she could make out in the moonlight. There was something in the look Ui-seon was giving her as she loomed over the bed: murderous intent. The long knife reflected the moonlight as she swung it down onto her grandmother's neck with all of the hatred she had in her heart for mankind. Had the feminist group WOMAD radicalized her into a killer? Or was there something more sinister in her heart?

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