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And last, I am innocent. I didn’t kill my husband.
I can’t say for sure, since I haven’t yet experienced death (will have an update on that soon),
She got jokes
I’d have to stand on my bed in order to see outside, although there’s not much of a view, which Noel always says is the most important thing about picking a place to live. That was what he used to say, at least, before he was murdered.
That's kinda sad
he was the love of my life.
And the worst part of it all is how much I miss him.
After filling the cup from the fountain, I expectorate a decent amount of saliva into my mouth. Then I lower my head and regurgitate it into the fizzy liquid.
That's disgusting
It’s the new waiter who started a few days ago—Noah, I think.
Aww
“There’s only one thing you need to do first.” “What’s that?” “Wake up.” Huh? I frown at him. “What did you say?” “Wake up, Talia.”
That was a dream =0
“Can’t we try again? Don’t I get unlimited appeals on a death sentence?” Bowman considers my request for only a moment. “We can try if you want, Talia. But at this point, I would say there’s no hope.” He pauses meaningfully. “Sometimes it’s better to let go than to drag it out.” Drag it out? The man is talking about my life, for God’s sake!
Man, isn't he the best lawyer:/
he raises his eyes to meet mine. Oh my God. It’s Noel.
WHATTT!?!?
I might have missed Noel at the far end of the yard, standing just a little bit too close to a woman I don’t recognize.
=0
Noel has lost his sense of smell, but I haven’t, and I am very aware that he reeks of another woman’s perfume.
=0
He leans forward, and his gaze locks with mine. “I love you so much, Talia,” he says in a voice that now sounds like his own. “I . . .” “Visiting time is over!” Rhea barks. “Let’s get going, Kemper.” “No!” But the light has gone out in Noel’s eyes.
=0
As for the last meal, there was a mix-up and it didn’t get delivered. Instead, my last meal was gray hamburger meat and waterlogged carrots.
That calls for a delay
“My name is Albert,” he says. It’s the same name as the man whose wedding venue I stole all those years ago. “I’m going to insert an IV into your arm.”
interesting
“I didn’t do it.” My voice slurs on the words. “I didn’t kill my husband. I’m innocent.” Albert is quiet for a moment, his fingers frozen on the syringe that will paralyze my muscles. He exchanges looks with Rhea and then lets out a deep sigh. “Yes,” he says, “we know.”
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