Sixty-three Year Old Widow Refused to Hide Her Gray Hair at Work

I saw the security guards through the window, Arthur said, his voice slow and measured. He did it, then.

He did, I said, looking down at the cardboard box. Brenda used my password while I was at lunch on Tuesday to delete those files.

She set the trap, and Harold sprung it, I said.

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