ILLUMINATION
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ILLUMINATION

I Shot the Sheriff

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The confession slipped out before he could catch the fumbling letters as they crashed against the wall, ceiling and floor of Bob Marley’s apartment room. Bob’s hands sweat profusely as he narrated why he’d been hiding, while he paced up and down the place, bare footed. Bob hadn’t been at work for 3 days and best friend and colleague, Mark, knew something was up — something bad. After all 15 years of friendship was enough time to notice when Bob was not…

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