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Chapter 13
The person who killed my parents was captured after five years of his crime and I was twelve years old at that time. There was no witness to the crime he committed to my parents aside from me, but I could not help with his arrest because he was wearing a mask when he did it. A white mask covering his whole face – covering the kind of face he was making while killing his victims. He fled and there was no clue about his whereabouts until five years later, he was captured when he killed another woman and was caught while doing the act on the spot. At first, I was shocked that I did not want to believe what I was seeing when they revealed his face. He was the first friend my father had when we transferred to Pennsylvania. He told my father that his family just transferred there too
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