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What difference does it make? I'm already condemned. There isn't a person in this God-forsaken town that hasn't tried me in their mind and found me guilty. Step mothers aren't real mothers anyway. My mother died when I was little. Daddy remarried and couldn't have cared less about me and Emma, my dear sister, and the ax sharpener. I was acquitted, and who can judge me now? By the way, the weapon was never found, it's buried by my feeble attempt at poetry.
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
Ode to Ma and Pa