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you bore me today, moon.
you white orb hanging in the universe.
A lackluster performance you give for me tonight,
No shine to your surface,
No clean, pale, icing-like substance gleans your surface,
And for that I cannot look upon you this night.
Cannot stare at the man there as i so often do.
Perhaps tomorrow will bear more beauty in you.
But for tonight, nothing.
He suspects the worst of everything, unaware that the worst was yet to come as his life would take a turn for the worse.
He suspects nothing of me; my plan is right on track.
Dave Kimball stared through the one-way glass, focusing on the features of each of the men lined up on the wall. All suspects in the investigation, it was crucial that he pick the right one. There was no way the man guilty of murdering his best friend right in front of him was going to get off free for his crime. But the suspects all looked so guilty, all looked so similar, his choice was so much more difficult then he could have imagined...