I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

a glass of wine.

I watched as his follower count started dropping. Hundreds at a time.

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The following morning, someone was pounding on my door. I looked through the peephole. Scott was standing there, face red, phone clutched in his hand. I opened the door.

His follower count started dropping. Hundreds at a time.

“What did you do?!”

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