Prompt for January 24: Four Lines of Prose about Conscious

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

It wasn’t the crime that haunted me everywhere I went. No, that I could handle. For a part of me knew that she deserved it, that the world was a better place without her in it. But there was another part of me, no matter how small, that shouted louder than anything within me three little words: it wasn’t right.

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