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Tears slowly slid down his face onto the table. They strapped him down and put in the needle.
“Do you have any last words son?” “I didn’t do it, I swear.” The priest leaned down toward the condemned man and softly whispered in his ear, “I know you didn’t do it, because I did it.”
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