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I look at you and the words won't come out of my mouth. The things I wanted to say die inside me as I stay still, full of dead words and corpse phrases. Then I realize I have killed them. Because I'm in shock I don't even attempt to cover my traces, so the evidence scattered around the scene leads unequivocally back to me.
When the police arrive and surround my home with their cars and their lights and their sirens, I will declare myself guilty and follow them silently.