Hiding the Evidence
I was on my way home on the train last night. A gentlman (we might later revise the description) sat across from me reading. After awhile I thought I heard the ripping of paper. Sometime later his stop came, he got off, and left this.
The rippng of the paper was the address label. No one can
connect him with the "crime." Where is his mother when we need
her?
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