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Flawed Hypothesis I know she was the one she had the most to gain reaching down to touch the fallen soul bleeding from the mouth at the bottom of the stairs she would inherit the winery she would now be rich have it all to herself she had revenge in her heart he had stolen it from her family but the wine master seems strange very nervous for an innocent and his mustache looks crooked I don't think it's real Neal You're right Sherlock and what about that boyfriend he could marry her if she inherited that slicked back black hair something is not right there the way his lip curls what about that store magnate wanting to purchase his land and that scar on his right hand smooth talker if ever there was his suit must have cost 2 grand maybe they all had a hand but I still think its Muriel those tears just don't seem real to me not the way that she should be so I am thinking it is her for me Gomer LePoet ...
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
Flawed Hypothesis
Flawed Hypothesis I know she was the one she had the most to gain reaching down to touch the fallen soul bleeding from the mouth at the bottom of the stairs she would inherit the winery she would now be rich have it all to herself she had revenge in her heart he had stolen it from her family but the wine master seems strange very nervous for an innocent and his mustache looks crooked I don't think it's real Neal You're right Sherlock and what about that boyfriend he could marry her if she inherited that slicked back black hair something is not right there the way his lip curls what about that store magnate wanting to purchase his land and that scar on his right hand smooth talker if ever there was his suit must have cost 2 grand maybe they all had a hand but I still think its Muriel those tears just don't seem real to me not the way that she should be so I am thinking it is her for me Gomer LePoet ...
she looks guilty to me boss!
david-nelson
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
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