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Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga

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twonines said:
The next "high water" point in the story happens on Friday, and we are led to believe that it will be a special event!
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Note Friday in the story and Friday in RL have no relationship. It is currently Tuesday in the story and we won't reach Friday until at least 7/16.
 
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Trigger Warning: there is disturbing violence and non-consensual sex in this section. But also a birthday party!

Lima Puluh Satu

Interrogation Room 1, Guards Headquarters, Tuesday, 4:30 PM
For ten minutes, they watched through the glass as the Guard interrogators brutally beat Jiang. Then Chief Inspector, Musa bin Ibrahim, led Jack and Abdul into the room
“Enough for the moment. Good job.”
“Our pleasure, Chief Inspector.”

Musa turned to the other man. “Get the electric rod and hold it on his testicles so we can keep his attention. Start it at ‘5’” The man went to a side cabinet and came back with a tool that looked like a short fluorescent light bulb with the usual twin electrical contacts on one end and a handle and switches on the other. He plugged the long power cord into an outlet, and squatted on the floor and raised the end with the contacts underneath Jaing’s groin. He nodded to Musa that he was ready.
The two detectives walked in front of the bound and groaning man. Up close, Frost was even more impressed at the damage done without a single cut or any blood.
“Now, Corporal Jiang. We are going to ask you some questions.”
“Please ask! I’ll tell you anything! Please don’t hit me anymore!” The man was weeping hysterically.
“Maybe, you will. Or maybe you won’t. Or you might try to hesitate, mislead us, or even lie. Let me show you what will happen if you do.” Musa nodded to the man on the floor. He, in turn, pressed a switch on the handle, and a sparking sound could be heard for a fraction of a second before Jiang exploded in screams so loud as to drown out any other noise. Frost could have sworn that the man levitated a few inches in the air as his body convulsed. After about five seconds, the switch was released, and Jiang slumped back in the chair, his body dripping sweat and trembling uncontrollably.

Musa bin Ibrahim gave his prisoner thirty seconds to recover.
“Corporal Jiang.”
“Oh God,” he groaned. “Please, please, please!”
“Just answer my questions, and we can avoid more unpleasantness. Did you plan to assault Amanda Jones, before you saw her in the Square?”
“No. I never heard of her. The lieutenant pointed her out as a hot piece of ass, and I just agreed! ARRRRRGGGGGG!”
Musa had nodded to the man with the rod. As Jiang regained some self-control, Musa said,
“I would prefer that you not use disrespectful terms about that woman. Now, had you ever heard the name, Barbara Moore before yesterday?”
“No, no, never! Oh please. I can’t take anymore!”
“Oh. I think you can take a lot more if you don’t tell us the truth.”

It went on like that. Jiang wasn’t a sophisticated man and only wanted to avoid further pain. He tried to answer their questions as fast as possible. On occasion, when there was a possibility that he was lying, he was shocked again at 5, 6, or 7. But each time he stuck to his story. By the end, Frost and Musa believed that he was telling the truth. As they prepared to leave, Musa turned to an interrogator. “Go for another hour. Don’t damage him too much, but see if he sticks to the story or if you see contradictions. You may use up to ‘8'. And don’t forget the man brought dishonor on the Guards.”
“We won’t forget, Sir. The man replied with a salute and a grin.”
As the door was closing behind them on the way out, Frost heard another blood-curdling scream.

Phone Call between Rut Betar-Gisber and Josephine Shanmugam, Tuesday 8:45 PM
JS: What happened in the Appeal?
RBG: What should be a minor hiccup, my dear. Some citations that Hodges made blindsided some of the judges. Even I was not familiar with the cases. However, I don’t worry. The Court will not vote to overturn. But the judges felt they needed time to review and postponed until tomorrow.
JS: That was unexpected, wasn’t it?
RBG: Very! The fact that his brief was delayed helped him slightly. If it had been submitted on time, I would have had the chance to show the judges how to get around it. But sitting on the dais, the boys were frightened. My friend, Amina binti Razak, knew how to vote. I sent them all a little note after the hearing explaining the law. They will know what to do tomorrow.
JS: But I thought it was already decided. What did Hodges find to raise a serious question?
RGB: Some very obscure cases at which no one ever looks. They are worded to seem to be relevant here. But they will be dismissed. I must say I was very impressed by that young man. I seriously underestimated him. He is relatively new to Singapore and not familiar with our laws. However, in a few days, he unearthed, without any assistance, cases of which I would never have thought. He might be awkward and disorganized in court. But when it comes to research, he has a remarkable legal mind and an incredible ability to do research!
JS: I’ve been thinking of trying to get him on our side for the future. Do I have your permission to “woo” him?
RBG: I hope you are doing this for practical reasons and not just his boyish good looks. Although, I must concede he is about the handsomest-looking man I’ve seen in seventy years! But go ahead and have fun, my dear. He would be a valuable asset working for us. If you do succeed at the “wooing,” be warned, there could be punishment from Mama.
JS: That just makes his conquest all the more desirable!

Cell 22 Death Row, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 11:15 PM
Barbara Moore curled up on the thin mat in the corner of her cell, collared and leashed to the wall, naked. The guards hadn’t returned her shift when they had brought her back on her hand and knees. As she drew the tiny, thin blanket around her shoulders, she thought back to the evening. I hadn’t been as awful as the previous night with An – nothing could be that bad! The two older friends of the Commandant had been reasonably gentle. They just wanted to fuck a pretty girl. While they spanked her ass and breasts some, they were not primarily interested in hurting.

If that had been all, Barb would have thought the evening almost pleasant compared to the usual fare at Changi. But what followed was most disturbing.
At the two older gentlemen left, Lim Hua-Upp and the guards came in with clothes for Barb to wear for her next client. The idea of wearing clothes was refreshing, until she saw them – a cheerleader outfit. Probably the one kind of clothing that most offended Barbara. She started to open her mouth to object when Lim went to draw his truncheon. Barb quickly donned the humiliating outfit.
The top was a short, tight crop, white with red trim. As she pulled it down, it just came to the bottom of her breasts. The fabric was thin; the dark centers of her breasts were easily seen. Across the front, over her breasts, it said, “Cheer Bags!” and across the back, “Ride Me!” The bottom was a mini pleated skirt, made for riding very low on her hips, at just the top of her pubis and asscrack. On the front were the words, “Catch the Spirit” with an arrow pointed down between her legs. In the back, it said, “I’m a Backdoor Girl!” Matching collar and wrists cuffs along with white ankle socks and trainers, completed the picture.
Lim patted her on the butt and said, “Give the kid some good entertainment!” laughed and left with the other guards.
Barb’s third client came into the ”entertainment” room looking exactly as he was supposed to, a short, shy school kid with glasses, who’d never been on a date. He took one look at Barb, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. She also noticed that another part of his anatomy almost popped out of his dockers.

He looked very young. Hell, thought Barb, he isn't half my age! “How old are you? What’s your name?” she asked in a friendly voice. She felt sorry for this shy boy.
“Eighteen!” he said proudly. Then a little reticent, “Last week. You are my birthday present! I’m Timmy.”
“Well, Timmy,” said Barb, walking up to him and kissing him full on the lips, “Happy Birthday!”
Barb went to work doing as the boy requested, awkwardly trying a few cheers, splits, and bend-over ass flashes. Before she saw it, he has his pants off and was mounting her from behind. This kid wasn’t that naïve! His cock was very big for a small teenager, but the kid had no sense of how to work with a girl to fuck. It was all shove it in and pound. Barbara tried to make it enjoyable for him and to bring him off quickly. Mercifully that worked, and he collapsed after a quick ejaculation. Barb sighed in relief that her night as a whore was over. However, she had forgotten the stamina of teenage boys. Almost before his prick softened, his erection returned, and he was looking to learn more from this sexy slut at his command. After two more rounds with this well-endowed boy and after the earlier enthusiastic men, Barb was getting sore. She started getting dressed as she gently suggested that the boy save the rest for girlfriends his age.
 
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
Trigger Warning: there is disturbing violence and non-consensual sex in this section. But also a birthday party!

Lima Puluh Satu

Interrogation Room 1, Guards Headquarters, Tuesday, 4:30 PM
For ten minutes, they watched through the glass as the Guard interrogators brutally beat Jiang. Then Chief Inspector, Musa bin Ibrahim, led Jack and Abdul into the room
“Enough for the moment. Good job.”
“Our pleasure, Chief Inspector.”

Musa turned to the other man. “Get the electric rod and hold it on his testicles so we can keep his attention. Start it at ‘5’” The man went to a side cabinet and came back with a tool that looked like a short fluorescent light bulb with the usual twin electrical contacts on one end and a handle and switches on the other. He plugged the long power cord into an outlet, and squatted on the floor and raised the end with the contacts underneath Jaing’s groin. He nodded to Musa that he was ready.
The two detectives walked in front of the bound and groaning man. Up close, Frost was even more impressed at the damage done without a single cut or any blood.
“Now, Corporal Jiang. We are going to ask you some questions.”
“Please ask! I’ll tell you anything! Please don’t hit me anymore!” The man was weeping hysterically.
“Maybe, you will. Or maybe you won’t. Or you might try to hesitate, mislead us, or even lie. Let me show you what will happen if you do.” Musa nodded to the man on the floor. He, in turn, pressed a switch on the handle, and a sparking sound could be heard for a fraction of a second before Jiang exploded in screams so loud as to drown out any other noise. Frost could have sworn that the man levitated a few inches in the air as his body convulsed. After about five seconds, the switch was released, and Jiang slumped back in the chair, his body dripping sweat and trembling uncontrollably.

Musa bin Ibrahim gave his prisoner thirty seconds to recover.
“Corporal Jiang.”
“Oh God,” he groaned. “Please, please, please!”
“Just answer my questions, and we can avoid more unpleasantness. Did you plan to assault Amanda Jones, before you saw her in the Square?”
“No. I never heard of her. The lieutenant pointed her out as a hot piece of ass, and I just agreed! ARRRRRGGGGGG!”
Musa had nodded to the man with the rod. As Jiang regained some self-control, Musa said,
“I would prefer that you not use disrespectful terms about that woman. Now, had you ever heard the name, Barbara Moore before yesterday?”
“No, no, never! Oh please. I can’t take anymore!”
“Oh. I think you can take a lot more if you don’t tell us the truth.”

It went on like that. Jiang wasn’t a sophisticated man and only wanted to avoid further pain. He tried to answer their questions as fast as possible. On occasion, when there was a possibility that he was lying, he was shocked again at 5, 6, or 7. But each time he stuck to his story. By the end, Frost and Musa believed that he was telling the truth. As they prepared to leave, Musa turned to an interrogator. “Go for another hour. Don’t damage him too much, but see if he sticks to the story or if you see contradictions. You may use up to ‘8'. And don’t forget the man brought dishonor on the Guards.”
“We won’t forget, Sir. The man replied with a salute and a grin.”
As the door was closing behind them on the way out, Frost heard another blood-curdling scream.

Phone Call between Rut Betar-Gisber and Josephine Shanmugam, Tuesday 8:45 PM
JS: What happened in the Appeal?
RBG: What should be a minor hiccup, my dear. Some citations that Hodges made blindsided some of the judges. Even I was not familiar with the cases. However, I don’t worry. The Court will not vote to overturn. But the judges felt they needed time to review and postponed until tomorrow.
JS: That was unexpected, wasn’t it?
RBG: Very! The fact that his brief was delayed helped him slightly. If it had been submitted on time, I would have had the chance to show the judges how to get around it. But sitting on the dais, the boys were frightened. My friend, Amina binti Razak, knew how to vote. I sent them all a little note after the hearing explaining the law. They will know what to do tomorrow.
JS: But I thought it was already decided. What did Hodges find to raise a serious question?
RGB: Some very obscure cases at which no one ever looks. They are worded to seem to be relevant here. But they will be dismissed. I must say I was very impressed by that young man. I seriously underestimated him. He is relatively new to Singapore and not familiar with our laws. However, in a few days, he unearthed, without any assistance, cases of which I would never have thought. He might be awkward and disorganized in court. But when it comes to research, he has a remarkable legal mind and an incredible ability to do research!
JS: I’ve been thinking of trying to get him on our side for the future. Do I have your permission to “woo” him?
RBG: I hope you are doing this for practical reasons and not just his boyish good looks. Although, I must concede he is about the handsomest-looking man I’ve seen in seventy years! But go ahead and have fun, my dear. He would be a valuable asset working for us. If you do succeed at the “wooing,” be warned, there could be punishment from Mama.
JS: That just makes his conquest all the more desirable!

Cell 22 Death Row, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 11:15 PM
Barbara Moore curled up on the thin mat in the corner of her cell, collared and leashed to the wall, naked. The guards hadn’t returned her shift when they had brought her back on her hand and knees. As she drew the tiny, thin blanket around her shoulders, she thought back to the evening. I hadn’t been as awful as the previous night with An – nothing could be that bad! The two older friends of the Commandant had been reasonably gentle. They just wanted to fuck a pretty girl. While they spanked her ass and breasts some, they were not primarily interested in hurting.

If that had been all, Barb would have thought the evening almost pleasant compared to the usual fare at Changi. But what followed was most disturbing.
At the two older gentlemen left, Lim Hua-Upp and the guards came in with clothes for Barb to wear for her next client. The idea of wearing clothes was refreshing, until she saw them – a cheerleader outfit. Probably the one kind of clothing that most offended Barbara. She started to open her mouth to object when Lim went to draw his truncheon. Barb quickly donned the humiliating outfit.
The top was a short, tight crop, white with red trim. As she pulled it down, it just came to the bottom of her breasts. The fabric was thin; the dark centers of her breasts were easily seen. Across the front, over her breasts, it said, “Cheer Bags!” and across the back, “Ride Me!” The bottom was a mini pleated skirt, made for riding very low on her hips, at just the top of her pubis and asscrack. On the front were the words, “Catch the Spirit” with an arrow pointed down between her legs. In the back, it said, “I’m a Backdoor Girl!” Matching collar and wrists cuffs along with white ankle socks and trainers, completed the picture.
Lim patted her on the butt and said, “Give the kid some good entertainment!” laughed and left with the other guards.
Barb’s third client came into the ”entertainment” room looking exactly as he was supposed to, a short, shy school kid with glasses, who’d never been on a date. He took one look at Barb, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. She also noticed that another part of his anatomy almost popped out of his dockers.

He looked very young. Hell, thought Barb, he isn't half my age! “How old are you? What’s your name?” she asked in a friendly voice. She felt sorry for this shy boy.
“Eighteen!” he said proudly. Then a little reticent, “Last week. You are my birthday present! I’m Timmy.”
“Well, Timmy,” said Barb, walking up to him and kissing him full on the lips, “Happy Birthday!”
Barb went to work doing as the boy requested, awkwardly trying a few cheers, splits, and bend-over ass flashes. Before she saw it, he has his pants off and was mounting her from behind. This kid wasn’t that naïve! His cock was very big for a small teenager, but the kid had no sense of how to work with a girl to fuck. It was all shove it in and pound. Barbara tried to make it enjoyable for him and to bring him off quickly. Mercifully that worked, and he collapsed after a quick ejaculation. Barb sighed in relief that her night as a whore was over. However, she had forgotten the stamina of teenage boys. Almost before his prick softened, his erection returned, and he was looking to learn more from this sexy slut at his command. After two more rounds with this well-endowed boy and after the earlier enthusiastic men, Barb was getting sore. She started getting dressed as she gently suggested that the boy save the rest for girlfriends his age.
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twonines said:
Barb still remains in Changi confined,
To her fate she`s almost resigned.
Sexual favours she`s had to provide
To clients,both varied and wide.
Mamat still has many more torments in store,
With which to torture poor Barbara Moore.
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So we wrap up Tuesday.
There are several Moore legal and investigative issues to tie up before Friday's caning good time. And then, if the Appeal Court allows, seven days Moore for Barb to count down in Changi to the Impalement stake and Noose!:hanged:

I getting optimistic that the story might be tidied up and finished before the first snow falls in Newfoundland this year.
 
And here I was thinking Barbara would make a great cheerleader -

Lima Puluh Dua

Cell 22 Death Row, Changi Prison, Wednesday, April 3rd, 8:00 AM
Barbara was pacing her tiny cell. She’s finished breakfast, and now with nothing to do, her mind was drawn forty-eight hours ahead to her next caning on Friday. Though the sores on her ass had healed under the care of Dr. Liú, it was still very tender and sore. The deep bruising was far from fully healed. How could she stand another assault on that tender flesh?
Few minutes after eight, Imran entered with two others. They shackled her, as he explained. “The Commandant wants to see you. Very special, he says.”
When they did not give her a shift, Barb dared ask why.
“Please, Sir. May I have my shift?”
“No more clothes. You now ten days to execution. This time, all condemned are naked all time. Remind you that you are now worthless.”
Barb gave a little sob as they hooded her and led her by the leash from the cell.
It was a long walk down many corridors. Much further than Moore remembered to get to the Commandant’s office. Her hands and knees and arms and legs ached from the unnatural gait.

At last, they went through a doorway and halted. The Commandant spoke.
“Well, here is the Princess. What makes you so thick-headed, Moore? Do you like it when we punish you? Is that it; you like pain?”
“No, sorry, sir.” Barb had no idea what to say.
“Do you think you’re too good for this place? You deserve special treatment? You are condemned to a slow, lingering death in ten days. I would think you know you are nothing more here that a piece of shit!”
“I’m sorry, sir! Please, I’m sorry!” Though Barb did not know what he was talking about, her terror was almost out of control.
“Oh, I bet you’re sorry now, you fucking bitch! I give you just a simple, easy job, and you go and try to humiliate me!” Mamat voice was rising to almost a shout. Barb had never heard him be so emotional. That scared her to death!
“Please, please, let me make it up! Please, I’ll do better! Please tell me what I’ve done,” she pleaded.
“Too late for that bitch. I’ve been shamed in front of a Cabinet Minister, and you did it on purpose. Now you are going to pay for your shitty attitude and your constant resistance!” Mamat controlled his voice and spoke to the guards. “Parrot Perch.”

Barbara felt many hands grab her arms and legs and carry her a short distance.
“Are you familiar with the “Parrot Perch, Miss Moore?” The Commandant's voice had regained much of its control. But she could hear palpable hatred in his words. That frightened her worse than anything.
“No, sir.”
“Think of the image of a parrot sitting on perch, holding on with his claws. Then invert it; he hangs by his claws. Not precise, but it evokes the scene.”

Meanwhile, the guards set her on her butt with her shackled legs drawn up. They pulled her cuffed wrists over her knees and down her shins, making her body tightly bent. She felt a bar, sliding across under her knees but above her forearms. The bar was pulled up, so it lodged just at the back of her knees. This position was already uncomfortable.
Barbara heard Imran report, “Prisoner secured and ready, Commandant.”
“Lift her.” Mamat had controlled himself. He spoke in his low, soft but firm voice of command.
Imran said, “1…2…3,” and strong arms slowly lifted the bar. Hands cradled her head and shoulders to avoid hitting the floor as her body swung down with most of her weight on the back of her knees.
“Easy,” said Imran as she could feel the bar being placed on something. “Lock it.” clamps snapped, and the hands supporting her head were removed. Barbara hung from the bar, swinging down, hooded head hanging, and all her weight on the back of her knees.

The pain of the position quickly took hold, arms, and legs cramping while the knee joints felt like they were about to be ripped out. Barbara groaned through the stifling hood.
She heard the voice of Mamat, close beside her. “I only asked that you please my guests, do whatever they want. This morning the Minister calls and says his son was sulking all night. Finally, he told his father, ‘Some cheap slut cheerleader you got to teach me. A few fucks, and she sent me away like I wasn’t good enough for her! She was as bad as those stuck-up girls in school.’ The boy is less confident of his manhood than before he met you.”
God, thought Barb. “I didn’t mean that! I tried to help him! I did! I’m sorry!”
“Too late now, you fucking whore. You shamed me, and you will make it better right now. I’m taping this and live streaming it to the boy and his father. Only when they are satisfied will I let you down.”
Barb heard the confident footsteps walk away and a door close.
“God, help me!” she screamed through the tight hood. “It hurts!”
“Of course it hurts,” laughed Imran. "Like the stress positions, it just keeps hurting more. But with this, you don’t even have the opportunity to collapse.”
“Nooooooo!” wailed Moore in pain and despair.

US Embassy, Singapore, Wednesday. 9:00 AM
Jeffrey Hodges was at his desk, reviewing his Moore brief for at least the fifteenth time. There was nothing more to do to prepare for the crucial hearing this afternoon. Today would determine whether Barbara lived or died. But he had to keep working.

How Jeffrey wished he had Amanda there. Her eagerness to help and her positive, cheery attitude was what he needed. And her lovely young body, clothed to entice and arouse! Yes, he had to admit, that was what he wanted.
Ever since the rape, Jeffrey’s lust for his intern had skyrocketed. The description of how she’d been found, bound and naked was branded in his mind. He kept flashing between that and his lustful sessions with Chunhua tied up and marking her white body with the riding crop she’d bought. How would Amanda move under the crop? How would those small, firm breasts bounce with a sharp blow? The tiny nipples deform under the hard leather tip?
Jeffrey shifted in his desk to relieve some bunching in his pants. I was worried too much about her age, he thought. She’s no virgin anymore. I might as well get my share of what she’s giving out! Stop it! He thought. She’s not that type!
Or is she, he thought?

Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Parliamentary Square, Wednesday, 9:30 AM
Frost entered the main door to be greeted immediately by Musa.
“Come, my friend,” said the younger man. “Let’s go look at the physical and forensic evidence.”

Frost and bin Ibrahim entered the designated evidence room. The door was electronically controlled with Musu using retinal identification to enter. Frost was required to place his hands on a fingerprint reader and state his full name into a speaker. In two seconds, the pleasant computerized female voice said, “no criminal record; access recorded and granted to Detective Inspector William Edward Frost.”
“Everyone who enters and leaves is logged. No ‘unknowns’ tampering with the evidence,” bin Ibrahim explained. Frost just mumbled, “Bloody computers.”

Inside they found a brightly lit room with immaculate white walls, ceiling, and floor, with long marble-topped tables with neatly arranged items, meticulously labeled and tagged. The forensic experts had already meticulously reviewed everything. The two detectives agreed to go through the pieces together.

First Amanda’s clothes – no pockets, one button torn off the blouse – three small blood stains, confirmed to be Amanda’s – semen and blood found on panties and skirt, tested blood Jones, semen to be Rogers.

Amanda’s purse – lipstick, eyeliner, blush, and cover – dorm keys – a clear plastic bag that contained 2 oz of cocaine (tested, confirmed, and removed to drug vault). Bag labeled as having fingerprints of Jiang and left thumb and forefinger of Jones.
Both men noted with interest a brass disc. On the one side was engraved “No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.” ― Charles Dickens. On the reverse was “When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.” ― Maya Angelou. At the bottom, in small print, “We are so proud of you, Amanda – Mom and Dad.

Jimmy Rogers clothes – nothing remarkable, bloodstains matched to Jones, nicotine gum, breath mints, several large candy bars, keys. Wallet with usual cards, Almost S$2,000 cash (recorded and placed in vault.)

Jiang’s clothes – blood stains matched to Jones, nightstick, breath mints (same brand and flavor as Rogers), clear plastic bag (labeled as containing 1 oz. of cocaine, removed to the vault) fingerprints only of Jiang.

Two cell phones belonging to Rogers and Jiang. A note that Forensics had prepared transcripts of recent recording and call lists.

Manila folder with two copies of a brief by Jeffrey Hodges in re Barbara Ann Moore.

When they reached the end of the table, Musa said, “Let’s go listen to the recordings.”
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.” ― Charles Dickens. On the reverse was “When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.” ― Maya Angelou. At the bottom, in small print, “We are so proud of you, Amanda – Mom and Dad.
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This is nothing Moore than a cheap ploy intended to pull at the heart strings of readers. I’ll bet the little cheat kept that in her purse to pull out whenever she wanted to impress someone with her fake wholesome goodness.
 
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