Dear Jean McCann,
The sun rises and sets for the last time as my day of execution draws in,I'll miss the smell of earth after the first rains that spell an end of summer. Forgiveness is beyond fantasy as my deeds were purely ego driven.
A dagger through my heart is a fair justice not the painless fatal injection.A death of dignity isn't deserved by a traitor of humanity such as me. I regret things turned out the way they did...I hope my death tomorrow morning will in a way make up for it.
Yours Sincerly,
Hoelt Van Clejan.
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