The real story

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When I woke up from RUDLY hit me in the head with a  gun, I was in a white bed.  The room I was in was tiny with nothing but the bed I was in. I sat up and a loud buzzer  went off. Jessie walked in and stood by the bed. “So I heard your awake” was all she said. Then she looked for my reaction to what all went down. Maybe she was hoping the hit on my head would make me forget about the whole thing.

I just looked her. I decided to talk, “Explain now.”

Jessie looked at me and sighed, “well it is kinda a long story if you would like to hear it.”

“Yes, yes I would”

“Okay, you have a cousin  that lives in New York City like you do, she is your 3rd cousin, so you most likely never met her, she was found yesterday, dead.” Jessie took a deep breath, “You were spotted by the place recently after her death, by the pizza shop on 3rd street. Now, your 3rd cousin  was popular around the city, word got out  that you are a suspect, people are looking for you.”

I took this all in, “how do I know you weren’t sent to kill me?”

She took one more deep breath, “because the night your 3rd cousin was killed, she was out at night to kill me.”

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