The Perfect Murder
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Jeffrey Johnson isn't the violent type. He wouldn't even hurt a fly. No really. He would not be able to hurt a fly (too scared). He's rather snobbish (but really has no right to snobbery). He's actually a little cuckoo, paranoid too. But don't blame the poor guy. Blame his 200 pound+ boss.
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