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“You should appeal,” my lawyer screamed, “you will win, the jury was split.”2
Of course it was split, I did not do it, it was all circumstantial. But I will not, she has a life, I have none. 3
I entered the glass cage, chains clinking, the red sleeve going up, the first needle going in. I looked up at the witnesses’ window, she was there with her husband, crisp, crying. 4
“I love you” I formed the words with my mouth, everybody thinking it was for my mom. I smiled satisfied, watching the plunger drive the yellowish liquid into my vein.5
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that's why they (the football fields) are there
... thank you my friend 
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I had my comment almost done on this entry when my computer decided to give me a hard time
here I go again...
I'd think that the man was taking the blame of a crime commited by his mistress, the victim would be her husband. But then you showed him there and I lost the clue
Those football fields are giving my mind work
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the only way to write a story in 100 words, is to leave this footbal field of space in the reader's mind and fill it with need for understanding. then the reader is partner to the creation... thank you for partnering with me on this shortie, jenn
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Hmmm...you have this crazy way of saying soo much in such littleness...but leaving a football field of space to think of what's going on. I have ideas I suppose.
this is really sad...innocent man?
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hey, not I, the character in the story, lol... thanks for the comment my friend...
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Ouch...that was a pain...You shoud appeal to what? Pain, love, or something deeper inside your soul? Oh, that was too sad.
~Sonja~
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