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Today is November 7, 20261 week from the anniversary of my son's murder.Xavier Octavian AllenBorn November 14, 2013Died fromhis head being beaten in with a golf clubNovember 14, 2013 The woman who murdered him has not yet been identified.If you have any information about the identity of his murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322#fbiinvestigation #unsolvedmurders #maine #truecrime #oldorchardbeach

Today is November 7, 2026
1 week from the anniversary 
of my son's murder.

Xavier Octavian Allen
Born November 14, 2013
Died from
his head being beaten in 
with a golf club
November 14, 2013 

The woman who murdered him has not yet been identified.

If you have any information about the identity of his murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

#fbiinvestigation #unsolvedmurders #maine #truecrime #oldorchardbeach

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