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Did I see the serial killer? What is his name?

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This just in, the Huntington killer has stricken again. This time at Abigail parkway, a dead body of Gina Weldingham, 27 years of age was stabbed multiple times on 8/13.
The suspect still hasn't been found, but a few witnesses are being asked to draw the suspect.
Make sure to stay safe inside of your homes and to lock all windows and doors. Always tell a close friend or relative where you are heading.
That's all for Windingham News.
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Woah. Im a witness. Im a suspect! He could be chasing me down, he could of seen me, but wanted to save me for later! It's fine. I know what his face looks like. Deep breaths. I sprint to the Syrup Café, and run faster than before. This cannot be happening. Sooner rather than later, I reach the Syrup Café, and hastily open the door. Where is my friend? I search around frantically and spot her upstairs. A few steps later, I reach the top floor, and sit down across from her. Dani looks up from her phone in big eyes, and stares at me.

"What the hell took you so long?!" she says in a alarming tone, seeing me sweat profusely.
"I was a witness to a murder, Dani. I'm pretty sure that's a good enough excuse." I stutter as I take the menu off the table, and see what the soup of the day is.
"Wait, you mean Gina? Gina Weldingham?!" she replies, looking like a deer in some body's headlights. I could not believe the Huntington Killer. He just murdered her, not checking for witnesses. This was not okay. Never in a million years.
Dani touches my hand, and snaps me out of my trance. A waitress in a yellow and black outfit stares at me, groping a notepad and pen in her hand. I can see the strands of blush crossing her face, aswell as her blonde hair.

"Grilled chicken. Lemonade. Thank you." I say as I start to stare at the menu. The waitress scribbles it in, and rushes to the kitchen.
"What happened to Gina?" Dani persists, looking around.

"She was stabbed so many times. 17 to be exact. I remember it all. He then pushed her in the lake." I reply not really thinking about what I was saying, letting a few of my tears fall loose. A vibration coming from my phone makes a loud noise as it bumbles around on the table. I pick it up, and see its Sheriff Croft. The waitress walks towards us, drops off our pretzel bread, and speeds off.

"Who is it?" Dani asked as she grabbed a pretzel, and started to eat.

"Sheriff Croft... He must be calling me in for the drawing." I claim while answering the phone, bringing it up to my ear.

"Hello, is this Joan?" Croft commanded from the other side of the line.

"Yes? Hello again, Mr. Croft." I confirmed.
"We need you for questioning, and drawing." He explained.

"Uhm... You see, I'm kind of doing lunch with my friend right now... I can visit afterwards, right?" I reply, staring at my friend as she accidentally drops a pretzel bite between her boobs. Goodness gracious. I look away, and keep on listening to Sheriff Croft.

"Yes, any time between 8 AM, to 9 PM." he states as he says his goodbyes, and hangs up. Looks like I need to visit the station. I only wanted to study today, and shop for some soap, and home decor. But no cigar.

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