It Already Happened?
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Last published Mon, Apr 25, 2016
"When my skills were first inquired, I was surprised. Honestly, I didn't think me in my hideousness would ever be needed. Then Mr. Franklin showed me why.
Standing there was in utter shock there was a dead body.
A corpse.
Someone who wouldn't ever be able to experience life on earth again.
I was scared. Why did the mayor take me to a dead body. Then I found out why. He whipped out a rusty old revolver and said "He threw a rock at my car, I thought it was a bullet. So I shot." I could tell he was lying.
I informed him he was in need of specialists, like a lawyer. But he was reluctant. He hesitantly said 'No I need you.' knowing everybody would believe it if I said it."
"Very well Mr. Carter. I assume you will be in contact with us if anything changes or... slips back into your mind." The officer informed me.
I left there fuming. He had the audacity to think I was keeping something from him. Though I knew it was true just as much as he.
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