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Last published Mon, Feb 15, 2016
No one knew. They shouldn't.
No one saw. I hope.
Oh, how can I live with my self.
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SEPTEMBER 18, 2010
Local teen is reported missing in LA. 12:00 am some one reported to hear a gun shot go off. The teen has not been claimed murder nor suicide since no one else had heard the shot. Luara Diggons body has not yet been found. The case is being filed for kidnapping.
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