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MURDER SHE WROTE.

Help, I think I’m falling out of love.

I don’t know how to explain it,

Everything happened so quickly.

It was about three or four in the morning, when I heard you say you loved her.

When you asked her to wait for you at our favourite café to have breakfast with you.

Then you told her that I will never find out…

Nobody else will…

You kissed me good morning.

I made us breakfast, pancakes and coffee,your favourite. You left to meet a business partner. At least that’s what you told me.

So you went to her house got all comfy and died in her bed an hour later.

That’s all I know.

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Published by tessie

I am everything that I choose to be but above all, I am a storyteller, a lover art in it's many forms. I am an artist as much as I am a work of art. I will always cherish this passion for it is who I am.

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