This headline is waaaay longer than the life of the heroine in this story, but I know you’ll just skip it anyway, so let’s see how the Mary’s life ended in a very tragic circumstances. Shall we?

She was born as a child. (what a genius sentence, wouldn’t you agree?) All she needed in school was a partner, a desk buddy, but she didn’t get one because of her glasses, so she made a fictional one. Boys teased her all of the time, so she learned how to punch. Later on, she went to high school, now looking for a sex partner, she didn’t get one, so she started drinking. Drink after a drink introduced her with a bad company. Soon after high school, she became a partner in crime to a drug dealer she owed money. When the business was slow, she spreaded her legs instead, and her bed partner turned out to be a cop. She ended in jail. Her mother paid for her release and a fight broke off. That’s when she learned her mother is dying. Cancer was in the last stage, and it became autoimmune.

She enlisted to Marines so she will not watch her mother die, and the Marine Corps took her. She advanced rapidly in ranks thanks to her new war buddies, her new business partners. After series of shouts, screams and insults for disorderly behavior, she got drafted and sent into the front lines. She learned how to kill, and she was good at it. She came back home after two years with a 100 dead enemies under her sleeve. Former partners welcomed her, but she had outgrown those thugs. No more drugs and whoring around.

She stole a car and drove to Mexico and became a gangster. Her gun always hit the target in a form of a cop, another gangster, dirty politician, narco boss, American ambassador, FBI agent and her Marine partner in a dark uniform. She stole another car and drove off. Last time she saw that car, was when the glass was melting away from the fires. Sunny beach, tropic bar and summer hits were substitute for all the bad life she had. One day, as she watched the TV, man it the suit came at her door. They spoke spanish, drank tequila, then he pulled the trigger and that was it. Lora was dead. The end.

Wait, who is Mary? The name of this blog says Mary. Who is Mary?

Well, Mary was Lora’s cat. She died from starvation when Lora died. So sad.

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