I understand if you aren’t following with what I am trying to tell you. I don’t really understand it myself. I’m just trying to tell you what I remember and maybe you can help me fill in the blank spaces. Three days before I had been “murdered” I showed Mister my knife. His eyes widened at first but then he just nodded. He understood what I had to do. If it weren’t for Mister I probably would be dead. But it also might be Mister’s fault if I am dead. I don’t know if Mister’s son killed me. I wish I knew. How about I tell you a little bit about Mister’s son. He is the boy everyone likes. He’s good looking and very friendly. But he is very mean as well. He believes himself above people, people like me. Mister’s son makes sure that I know how much of a street rat I am and how I will never amount to anything. If anybody wanted me dead it was Mister’s son. His name is Gideon. I prefer to call him Gideoni which means he that bruises or breaks. I believe it is a fitting name for him.
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Behind the Closed Curtains
Mystery / ThrillerPeople say that you can never know what goes on behind closed doors. Maybe they shouldn't have paid so much attention to the door and looked more at the curtains. They should examine every stitch, and every color. You can tell a lot about a person b...
