The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and he — Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
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The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

— Jennifer Walkup, Second Verse
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