She killed ’im, Your Honour. I was lyin’ on the top bunk, and she confessed. I say confessed, but it was more of a boast. I remember her exact words: “Yes, I killed him. He was skint, the pauper, a loan shark had taken all his money. We argued on the boat, and I picked up an oar and smashed it over his skull. It was as easy as breaking eggs”.
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