I'm Not Guilty of Murder

bs crawled with drinkers who had spilled onto the streets and lined the narrow pavements. There was a tangible excitement in the air,

vening, but instead, I took his hand and wrenched the heavy wooden door open. We bl

ing our meal, but I was relieved when we waved our friends goo

eaned into him, glad that it was just the tw

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aid, smilin

I’d been up to the previous afternoon, but Jas

drinking, and lots of dancing. I’d foolishly worn a pair of brand-new heels, and by the end of the evening I was hobbling ungracefully on bleeding feet. The next morning when I dragged myself o

your heels. I hope to

was my first serious boyfriend,

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betrayal that I never imagined myself capable of. And to make matters ev

could I? He was everything I could ask for

. I was a liar. A

th two men at