His best friend.
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Last published Mon, Sep 9, 2013
"Jury do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty". My head shock as I awaited there answer, I didn't like this guy but I was one hundred percent certain that he had nothing to do with the killing of Jake. Jimmy looked back to me, the look in his eyes, the fear and the everlasting anger twirled in his gaze. Why was he looking at me as if I was the one who had done this to him? Oh wait I was, I was the one. _____________________________________
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