Dear Diary, I don’t know how this happened or why, but I am serving a sentence for a crime I did not commit. Serving justice for a man I did not kill. I was walking down the street to go buy a gallon of milk, minding my own business, not hurting a fly. Then I was stopped by the police who walked out with their guns pointed at me demanding I get on the ground. They wouldn’t stop yelling. They cuff me and charge me with the murder of 52 year old Mike Flaurance. My name is Aaron Franklin, this is my story.
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