"You're right." Vonda quietly agreed. "I should be a woman, not an FBI agent."
The woman was surprised. "You're just saying that so i don't kill you."
"No." Vonda shook her head. "i'm saying it because you're right."
The woman started to cry. "I'm dying." she sobbed. "I am losing my life and i can't take it any more." She looked Vonda in the eye. "I used to be a fashion model. Georgette George. I was somebody. Now i'm no-one."
"Not exactly." Vonda reminded her. "You're....."
"I killed those women because they were false." Georgette said, as she put the gun to her head. "I wanted to be perfect. I wasn't."
Vonda took a deep breath. She had to stop her. "Please, don't..."
"I'm dead anyway." Georgette pulled the trigger, and she fell to the floor, in a pool of blood.
The woman was surprised. "You're just saying that so i don't kill you."
"No." Vonda shook her head. "i'm saying it because you're right."
The woman started to cry. "I'm dying." she sobbed. "I am losing my life and i can't take it any more." She looked Vonda in the eye. "I used to be a fashion model. Georgette George. I was somebody. Now i'm no-one."
"Not exactly." Vonda reminded her. "You're....."
"I killed those women because they were false." Georgette said, as she put the gun to her head. "I wanted to be perfect. I wasn't."
Vonda took a deep breath. She had to stop her. "Please, don't..."
"I'm dead anyway." Georgette pulled the trigger, and she fell to the floor, in a pool of blood.
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