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It's Not Always About Love: Sometimes It's About Murder

21 pages13 minutes


“I don’t know how I could ever have been in love with him. Passion, lust ...but it wore off pretty quickly once I realized I was just another of his accessories.”
“Then why are you hanging on?”
“Because I know him. In spite of all the bullshit, I know him better than anyone else, and I know he didn’t do it. Taking another man's life . . . he couldn't have . . . I just know it. I won’t abandon him.

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