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Here's a better story--
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You grabbed a knife and you followed her.
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No, I didn't. I swear.
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I went straight to the player's club,
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ordered a couple of cocktails,
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and waited for my world to start to cave in.
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But nothing happened.
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Next morning, I found out that she was dead.
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So the manager at the player's club confirms
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that Monroe was there from 10:00 p.m.
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till well after midnight.
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He's not our guy.