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She struck a pose. 

A razor-sharp knife whizzed past her ear.

It hit a boy. One she knew. Right through his heart. She turned to find the bag at her feet, and a person, with black clothes, and long, blonde hair fleeing the scene.

Cop cars.

Handcuffs.

Arrested.

Framed.

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