Innocent... Until Proven Guilty
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"I stood over his still body, and watched the blood pool around that beautiful head of hair. I listened to the rattle of his last breaths while I stared at his outstretched hand. He was reaching for me, a last apology, and one that he would never be able to fulfill. He stared at me with dark, cold, calculating eyes. He was still trying to terrify me, even as he lay choking on his own blood from the knife wound I inflicted on his throat. Through the overwhelming stench of blood I could still smell his cologne, and for a second I regretted my decision to kill my boyfriend."
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