The brightly lit interrogation room seemed all too cheery for its serious purpose. His hard gaze held mine as I glanced behind his large head. I'd seen plenty of crime shows, I knew it was a one-sided mirror, gosh, some people take me for a dim person. The tension in the small room made me rethink my reasons, but I couldn't back out now. My eyes were still bloodshot from the night before, and my veins still ran cold. Everyone had to commit a crime in their life time, it was normal... no one was perfect right?
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I hate writing. Writing is stupid.
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