I Swear
by
Davis, Lane
I had a bad feeling about all this.
Leslie had been bullied. I knew. Macie knew it. We knew, because we'd done the bullying.
Macie could spin it all she wanted, but at the end of the day, now there was tape of
her lying about what went on.
I stepped back as Macie crowded forward toward the rush of mics.
If you think I'm going down with this ship, you don't know me very well.
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