The escape
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"How could we trust you miss Smith?", asked me the judge.
I inhaled and exhaled slowly. If I wanted to get out of this, I had to do what was right.
"I can tell you what happened. I can tell you the story from the beginning to the end"
(This story is fiction: everything said in this story didn't happen. This is all imagined.)
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