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I spoke too soon, again.
I thought I had been careful enough to whack Nadine when no one was looking, but somehow word got out that the local Priss was dead… and I was the prime suspect.
The cops came to the house this morning and cuffed me in front of Chuck. I couldn’t look at him as they escorted me to the car. I couldn’t look at my neighbors peering from their windows and snooping from their front lawns.
I was tempted to fight and tell the police officer I didn’t do it, but I didn’t have the energy. So, into the car and behind bars I went. Even dead, Nadine won. But little does everyone back home know that I’m working on a project. A story, if you will. The truth. Let’s just say I’ve got some dirt on the coach, and I’m itching to dig it up. Am I turning into Nadine? Perhaps. Only time will tell.
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