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Justice For Mollie Tibbets
Preface: Earlier today May 28th, 2021, the 12-member jury unanimously found Cristhian Bahena Rivera guilty of first-degree murder in brutal stabbing death sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole of Mollie Tibbetts remembered as then friendly 20-year-old who was studying to become a child psychologist. IOWA CITY, Iowa (killingly, jarringly inexplicable, horribly, gruesomely, and forlornly), the body found July 18, 2018, an exhumed decayed corpse belonging to young vibrant coed twenty year old college student Mollie Tibbetts. Impossible mission to deduce senseless killing of innocent babe wild speculation perchance spurned, snubbed,or scorned love seriously gone wrong, she who disappeared from her small hometown in central Iowa sad swan song now plays, where every last drop of sorrow rung, now weeping family, friends, relatives, et cetera subjected wrack with lifelong emotional pain, which searing inescapable grief twill unrelentingly track ferociously, fiercely, and figuratively, doth disallow recourse to duck away from heart wrenching quack king unbearably, terribly, and scathingly will fully bill leave ably beak homing a folly, mockery, and travesty, sans time heals all wounds (truly "FAKE"), nonetheless psyche riving tragic (irrevocable loss) doth pack. Grievous punch greater then any all star olympic pugilist straight to the ab domain of opponent, where rumor mongers mill and blab how this, that, or another potential suspect,... whence tissues dab corners of crying eyes, an endless stream of tears merge with gab bullying utter disbelief. Family/friends question the supposed almighty at devastating loss to do nothing but bawl (at Baal) into the fox sized rabbit hole trying with futility to block (even crawl ling into every rabbit hole) no bastion against implacable maddening crowded house alive with murderous frenzy, and a dialect (non tickling) gentle Iowan drawl. Third anniversary regarding asper the impossibly steep toll the purposelessness killing, aforementioned deceased affected sodden wet soul cannot process any (defying) logic, a foregone lovely gal (same age as my youngest daughter), whose missed presence, (albeit said slain lass Mollie Tibbetts – permanent absence), now created an expansive infinite black sink hole.
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