Peter didn’t like Mondays. He really did not like them. It was always a struggle to get up in the morning.
This Monday was different however. Peter woke up in an airy mood. He was buoyed by unexpectedly good spirits.
He wasn’t sure what the cause of his good mood was when he arrived at work. Almost immediately though, he began stabbing his coworkers with the knife he did not remember bringing.
He stood there in the office, his suit stained crimson with sticky sanguine fluid, and realized why he had been so happy. He had decided to do it.
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