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Chapter Seven
Journal Entry Author Unknown Dead women can"t scream. She was a goner before she hit the marble floor. I stood, listening to the sounds as they faded into silence, one by one. The last one was a knock on the front door, a final call for help that never came. The coroner would later say that death came quickly, unable to explain the number of broken bones, and bruises, and lacerations. How did she get so hurt, they’ll ask themselves, and they’ll spend the rest of their lives trying to figure it out. How did she get so hurt,At least that"s how I imagined it. I wanted to make her death look like a robbery, but that would have been too fitting and too good for a woman like Sharon Johnson. That, and it would get people talking, and the only reason I’ve been able to be as successful as I hav
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