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How I Escaped Death-Row.

But then again, I am innocent 🤷

A long time ago, in 2018, I met a man who seemed interested in knowing me: he took me to bed.
He was my age, wore clean clothes, didn’t owe money, didn’t do drugs, was really divorced, had had a vasectomy.
I was reluctant to see him again. I am not used to not being used.