Poem

Twisting plots
Drive me nuts
Who got shot
Who did not
Happens next
Moody text
Shoot me once
Lot of guns
Read it twice
Must be lies
End of story
Death, no glory
Shut the book
It was The Cook
Who did it
Admit it
Hate loose ends
No offense
Tie them up
Yelled The Cop
Let it drop
Now I know

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