It never occurred to me the murderer was ME!
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When I was little I used to watch Murder She Wrote with my parents. And then I’d be all sorts of crazy freaked out. Like I’d make my mom watch me walk to my bedroom at the end of the hall after the show, in case any murderers were hanging about.
We were just talking about this in the office. My colleague first wondered aloud if I was afraid Angela Lansbury might be hiding out in the hallway, and then he said, “The murderer was one of you all along!” Or something like that.
