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Grandma Lynn predicted I’d have a long life because I had saved my brother’s. As usual, Grandma Lynn was wrong.
“How to Commit the Perfect Murder” was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.
He had tried to solve my murder and he had failed. He had tried to love my mother and he had failed.
“Just have fun, kid.”

