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"No not my boy!, He was a good boy!" Her denial flooded her tone, the wails leaving her body as uncontrollable as the sobs that rocked her small frame. Her heart feeling restricted in her chest as she heard the accusations, the claims these wicked people made about her precious boy, her sweet boy. How could they? those vile officers, calling him a thief, calling her own child a murderer, someone capable of taking a life? It must've been one of his good for nothing friends, those ruffians, the same thugs who dragged him into an early grave but can still have the privilege of breath in their lungs. She already had to go through the torture of seeing his bloody corpse, his lifeless body in the morgue.  She continued her screams as she had to be held back, "My Bari could never! Oh no! I don't believe that!"