Personal Narrative: My Murder

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One day when I got home from school there were cops at my house. I was confused about why authorities were at my house. Before I could even ask a question a big muscular cop put handcuffs on me. The athletic police man told me that I was a prime suspect. I asked him what crime did he think I have committed. I asked him why he thought it was me. He showed me a picture of a person who looked exactly like me who robbed a bank. He said I committed a bank robbery. After a day in jail, I was feeling pathetic because I could not do anything to prove that I was innocent until I went to court. The next day in court I had to swear to tell the truth and only the truth, which I was planning to do. The first witness was an tiny invigorated man , he was

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