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an unspeakable site. when i started up the stairs, there was blood on the walls. it was a very brutal crime scene. it was one of the worst i have ever seen. a loving couple dead. was the killer one of the family? they said, they arrested matt. and i said, who? and he said, our cousin mapped. and blew it away but this case was not solved. one tiny clue did not fit at all. the inscription said that love always who is blind and who is the trail would leave hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. that must have been a shocker to have it pretty much sends a chill down your spine. i killed someone. he was older. i loved him. he was scary. as soon as the story, but not even it revealed the whole twisted truth. i know what happened that no one will believe me. this really happening i didn t feel i could feel so much anger. it was late past midnight, when the farmhouse no sign of life. not to them, anyway. h ....
There was one tiny clue that didnt fit at all. The inscription said, love always, cori and ryan. So they wanted to find out whos ryan . Whos cori . Said thats like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trail would lead hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. That mustve been a shocker to have it cross your desk . Pretty much sends a chill down your spine. I killed someone. He was older. I loved it. Pretty scary. A sinister story, but not even it revealed the whole, twisted truth. I know what happened. No one will believe me. Its like, is this really happening . I didnt think i could feel so much anger. Reporter it was late, past midnight, when the farmhouse loomed up in their headlights. No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil h ....
Didnt fit at all. The inscription said, love always, cori and ryan. So they wanted to find out whos ryan . Whos cori . Said thats like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trail would lead hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. That mustve been a shocker to have it cross your desk . Pretty much sends a chill down your spine. I killed someone. He was older. I loved it. Pretty scary. A sinister story, but not even it revealed the whole, i know what happened. No one will believe me. Its like, is this really happening . I didnt think i could feel midnight, when the farmhouse loomed up in their headlights. No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil has grown solid and faithful american. A tiny remnant who have planted themselves in an ....
No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil has grown solid and faithful american. A tiny remnant who have planted themselves in and around a place called murdock, the sort of place where heads turn when a stranger drives by. And a familys name is carved on it was Easter Sunday, 2006. A big farm yard and like every year, an Easter Egg Hunt. Grandma and papas yard. Reporter or mom and dad to tami who brought her own son, like always. They found their easter eggs. They found their Easter Baskets. Mom always made every individual Easter Ba ....
But this case wasnt closed. There was one tiny clue that didnt fit at all. The inscription said, love always, cori and ryan. Whos ryan . Whos cori . Said thats like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trail would lead hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. That mustve been a shocker to have it cross your desk . Pretty much sends a chill down your spine. I killed someone. He was older. I loved it. Pretty scary. A sinister story, but not even it revealed the whole, twisted truth. I know what happened. No one will believe me. Its like, is this really happening . I didnt think i could feel so much anger. Reporter it was late, past midnight, when the farmhouse loomed up in their headlights. No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil ....