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...backpack.  She didn't want to but the curiousity was overwhelming.  His hand on hers, the rucksack being slid across the seat between them.  She knew him only from the bus.  They had exchanged inane pleasantries at best.  Yet the grey rucksack with the blue trim had that alluring smell of newly purchased vinyl.  Not sweaty like the seats on the bus. 

Perhaps it wasn't the vinyl she had smelled.  It was the danger.  The danger that seeped through William into the rucksack climbing it's way into her hand and up her arm.

She thought about it often.  When the pastor asked her if she was remorseful she always said no.  How could she be?  If there was one thing she was certain of, she had nothing to be sorry for,

 It would be thirty long years before she could leave this place. 

What she tried to forget was what kept her from sleeping.  William Paterson walked free. 

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