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stand. peoeple always told her to keep her own two feet on this world. stand, they jeered. don't float off away to wherever it is you go- stand up. it used to bring tears to her eyes, tears she only dared to shed in the bathroom when no one but the bathroom stall was watching. she didn't even remember the first time she was told she was paralyzed from the waist down.
The single word rung in her ears – guilty. That couldn't be right. She had a solid alibi. And she had been so confident that she wouldn't get caught. After all, it couldn't be possible. She had been very careful about what she had done, cleaning up any traces. Not only that, but the prosecutor was an idiot. It was almost an insult to be caught in the act. She looked expectantly out at the crowd, hoping someone would shout, "It can't be her. Never her." When the only thing that met her ears was silence, and the cold metal of the handuffs touched her wrists, she bowed her head in shame.