Early this morning, I signed my death warrant.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My husband and I didn't sign a pre-nuptial agreement. We signed a mutual suicide pact.
Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.
In the end, they pardoned me and packed me off to a home for the shell-shocked. Shortly before the end of the war, I was discharged a second time, once again with the observation that I was subject to recall at any time.
My wife bought an extra life insurance policy on me.
And they asked me to take a polygraph as to the allegations and reports I'd made. I volunteered and I took the polygraph and passed it without a glitch.
I almost died, secretly, behind closed doors.
The cops picked me up for attempted murder. I can still see the detectives, licking their chops. Thought they had me. Two weeks later, the cat came out of a coma and told the truth. I was innocent.
My grandfather died under house arrest.
I was held hostage and almost executed by a man who was robbing us in the middle of the night.
And indeed, last week, the FBI executed a search warrant on my residence. This happened one day after my attorneys had left a message on the lead FBI investigator's voice mail confirming my continued readiness to answer questions and otherwise cooperate.