Sonia Allison

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There was blood everywhere. I tried to mop it up, but the mop spread the gluey blood across the white tile floor like a paintbrush. I had to squeegee the blood into a corner to trap it and then use the mop like a sponge. The water in the bucket quickly turned red.
That Bird Has My Wings: The Autobiography of an Innocent Man on Death Row
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