Ms. Emily died ten whole years ago, everyone went to that funeral. I was glad to be released and finally free of that wretched house, oh it smelled rancid. I knew everything.
Lord, Ms. Emily is prancing around with her head held high, but all the folks pity her for shes growin old and has no man to clean up after.
I saw the man from the town office and a cop outside the house last night, declaring for Ms. Emily to pay her taxes. Hell, she would rather die than buy anything. Its a wonder how she even lets me buy her food.
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