Cops took one look at the scene, found a blond hair, and made a quick arrest. The fat Sergeant with a toothpick in his crooked little mouth said, “Pick her up, boys.”
She’s my girl, and I know the rush-to-judgment coppers got it wrong. Butler did it. He left the trial joyously while my girl planned her last meal..
“Spaghet t i, please.”
I followed him out. Shot him until he confessed. “Robbery gone bad. We did it together.
I saw her again; we dined alone. Midway through, warden came.
She refreshed her lipstick.
We kissed goodbye.
Then, she had to leave.
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