We Loved Her But She Had To Go!
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How do you explain to the police that my best friend, Madison, killed my sister, Zaniyah, who I didn't know was my sister until 24 hours before she was killed. I want to be there for Madison, but she killed my sister. She would be there for me if I were in the same situation. If I turned her in, I don't think that I'd be able to live knowing that it was my fault that she's in jail. But I'm getting too ahead of myself, come on you didn't think that I would spoil the ending did you. Haha come on finish reading, you won't regret it.
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