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—Nevertheless you did kill him?
—I was present at his death.
—Present with a knife.
—Mine was not the only hand on that knife.
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I will never be friends with Besmir Hoxha, but he didn’t let the baby die, so I cannot expect my children to hate his children. Read the rest of this entry »

We all know the good girls and the men they travel with. I saw them this morning at the pet market and didn’t think anything of it. They were receiving instruction, yes, that is often the case; it is an education for them to be among people. Read the rest of this entry »

The light is good in Interrogation A. Not so bright I can’t think. And it doesn’t buzz like those godawful fluorescents in B that made it so hard to remember the truth. I’ve been here since yesterday. They’re starting to like me. Read the rest of this entry »

Tonight we’ll murder someone in Room 14. It’s a little game we play to keep ourselves amused on slow weekends. There have been too many slow weekends and our bed-and-breakfast needs a boost we can’t get from pumpkin festivals and cut flowers. Read the rest of this entry »

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