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I used to chum around with a couple really bad cats when I was around 8 or 9 years old. The whole city feared them. They were like a couple years older than me be but already in trouble for many violent things and for drugs and for property damage. Really really really bad cats for their age. They were twins. One, Jamie, was more violent than the other. He put his brither Danny up to everything and danny has nothing to lose so he went along with it.
About 10 years ago Jamie and a buddy robbed some old lady and tied her up then beat her to death. He panicked then ran. He got a few blocks away, realized what he had done and went back to see if he could revive her. The attempts failed. He called the cops and turned himself in. Ended up being sentenced to 25 years. He turned in his buddy too.
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