It Wasn't Me

May 19, 2009
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My eyes open as the blinds flew open. I threw my hand against my face and wiped the sweat away from my brow. I kicked out of bed and set my feet on the floor, but a toy of my brother’s was there. The crying instantly woke up my mom. “Downstairs now, Newman!”

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