HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER I left out the part about Death, the finite details that would have given me away. I wept as though I were remorseful and swung onto my back the heavy bag someone had to carry. I washed my hands till they bled. The blue jays' song chiseled away at my innocence, so I backed up the others' alibis though no one had heard of mine. If it was up to anyone to confess then it was time for everyone to surrender: hands in the air, walking in a line-- it was like dancing, and I led.
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