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Confession Behind Bars
I am telling this story from a cold prison cell, where nights are long and memories refuse to sleep. My name is Veronica, and this is my own truth, the kind that burns the tongue but must be spoken. I was once a housemaid in a fine home, a place with shining tiles, heavy curtains, and a happiness I mistook for something I deserved. I came to the city with nothing but hope and a small bag...
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