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Ever have a really bad day when you regret all your decisions? Today is one of those days. You see, I'm tied to the control panel in a soundproof recording studio in the basement of the local library. In a few minutes, I'll be forced to confess to a murder on air and drink a concoction that will lead to my death. What brought me here, you ask?Well, it started when I got an invite to my high school class's 25th reunion. I wasn't going to go...I had no interest in feeling like a loser again in front of all of those people who made me feel like a loser twenty-five years ago. But then a former classmate sent a message saying she loved my writing and couldn't wait to see me at the reunion. I'll admit, the flattery went to my head and I ended up going to the reunion where a classmate met her untimely end at the hand of a nail-file-wielding murderer. And of course, I was the one to find her and the one the entire town suspected of her murder. Which, is ultimately the reason I'm in this current predicament.
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