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I chose her because at the end of the day she would have chose me. I know it's hard to believe I know it. I found it hard. I still wanted what could kill me. What could burn me. What could scorch me. Enemies don't have to be friends. They don't have to be holding hands. Here I was burning in hell not only holding hands but dancing with the devil.

Foolish hearts. Foolish hearts. May your foes and cries for help never be heard. I hope you all die. His back was turned and I could see an injured man. What did I care that he was injured I was the one that injured him

Leave and go! I scream. My voice is screaming. It is far from finished. I know I will have to scream to a jury later. Show them I was destitute. That eithier way we would have to win. Who would want to spend life in jail. The merriment on Terry's face if we landed in the pit we dug. serves you right he would say. He is loathing at us. We done soemthing that was unforgiveable.

We bury our faces in are hands and we cry. We cry for hours and hours. We look stupid. No one wants to see us. Out in the street, we are not alone. The stares and the whispers behind our back keep us company. We are well aquinted with the eagerness of people, wanting to find out, wanting to know why, or why where we here.

The police take us in. They hand cuff us tight. I hear the click. It is harsh. It forces meto stumbl. They yank me like a yoyo. I look behind. She is sorry too. She didnt mean it. I couldnt have deserved my life more than me and neithier did she deserved a lif more benfitting. We were both chained. I shout it's going to be okay. People look at me as if I had lost my mind

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I hereby sentence, Marlene wallbutton to life imprisionment. Guilty of all charges.

There is me again.I laugh.

Take her away, the judge looks at me. I look at him too. I frown. In all my merriment he does much to drive it away. I look up at her. She is there, leaning towards me resting her head on my shoulders. She is a wait.

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I have been here 5 years. It is when I start to look back. What brought me here in this cell. My hair is matted. What good is hair. I ask for the wardern to shave it and they are to come next week with shavers. They hate the smell that lingers in my room. Then again it is not just my hair that is smelling. I look at her again. She is reasting on my shoulders.

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So Tobias. She is a women. Born to Tobias who thought she was to be a boy. Prayed for a boy, then slapped the ground and yelled in fury when the nurse produced me.

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Tobias. was a consequnt of action. A definat consequnce. A delibertae consequnce. A consequnce no the least.

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So if Tobias is me. Who is Cheryl

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And if Cheryl is not me. I'm I not Tobias

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The answer is yes

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My name is Tobias and I was sent to prision becuase of Cheryl. She is looking at me now, resting on my shoulders.

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I was Tobias. When I was seven I learned how to be more like Tobias. When I was fourteen. I leanred how to be like Tobias. When I was twenty eighth I asked Tobias how to be the best Tobias, since I have lived so long in this body. I couldnt answer myself. I looked around for someone. Then appeared Cheryl

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Cheryl

Cheryl

Cheryl

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At twenty eight I received no answer from Cheryl. I decided to never ask questions again from Cheryl unless she reuqired them from me. Then one day she did.

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In the heat of July on my 32nd birthday. Cherly ask me two things. and for these two things I am in prision. To save Cheryl from her actions I shall not quote them. It would be purgery. I would hate to sin against Cheryl.

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I learn to live one day at a time. that is how days go. I want to ask Cheryl why the days don't go two at a time. Then I shut my mouth. I must wait for Cheryl to ask me questions. It is rude for me to even think I could speak to Cherly on my accord alone.

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40 years of age. I wonder what the world looks like. I never looked at the world. I never knew the world. The world knew me. I hear many people talk about me. What I have done. It was Cheryl who's done it. For some reason, I feel Cheryl should be the only one in this cell.

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55 years of age. I sometimes think life is a joke and a lugh at myself. What does the world know about me. All they do is talk about what Cheryl has done. I'm tired of it.

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The have moved me to a nicer prision cell. To my dismay Cheryl has moved too. I hate Cheryl.

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Cheryl. I speak. I speak and I don't care that Cheryl has not answered me.

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Cheryl speaks .

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It is the pill. The wardern says take it. There are tears in his eyes. Almost like he knows it wasnt my fault. I look at him and he looks at me. I look at him and he looks at me. I look at him and he looks at me. I look at him and he looks at me. I look at him and he looks at me.

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I look at him and he looks at me. I look at him and he looks at me. I look at him and he looks at me. I look at him and he looks at me. I look at him and he looks at me.

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I am not in jail. I am no home. I am somwhere sterile.

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Cheryl is no longer here and I feel sad and depressed. I don't know why. Cheryl was cruel and she took the world away from me. At least she was a was. At least she was an is. At least she was a something. She spoke with me not at me. She spoke for me not to me. She spoke and I answered as the vehicle of manifestion.

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I am clean for the first time.

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Cheryl

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Tobias

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My only mistake was beliveing

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You're only mistake was beliveing me too

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What where you thinking. That there was a maniac on the street who killed someone and had an imaginary delusion called Cheryl. What has the world come too? I am talking to you reader. Clean yourselves. Oh heathen of soul and impure heart. Renew yourself and make your sin known to God that he may here you and answer you.

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Amen and Amen.

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said Cheryl said Tobias.