Innocence
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Last published Sun, Jul 29, 2018
Veronica Delacey is dead, but i didn't kill her i swear. Yes, I was there when she was murdered and i was the last person to see her alive. But I didn't murder her, you've got to believe me
What's that saying people say? " Innocent until proven guilty?"
Well that's what I am. Innocent. And ill make sure ill clear my name.
If its the last thing I do...
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