She Doesn't Like The Colors

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That is only besides the point.

Let's just address the truth. I'm dying. I'm getting old. Nothing is getting better for me. And to top it off, I'm stuck with a quite a staff, aren't I?

All they are trying to do is find out how I made my money and where to get it.

The first part is really simple, prostitution and several marriages. The key's to success is you ask me. Oh, you didn't think I'd be ever so honest. Darling, I'd get used to it.

The second part, eh. Why just spit it out and end the fun? I find it quite amusing to watch people run around with their heads cut off. Metaphorically. It's like a wide-ranged circus in my wrinkly ol' hands, and I'm the ringmaster. I enjoy it. I enjoy the power. Having enough power to crumble life at the tips of my aging fingers. Something about knowing you can ruin a family, a business, and a car in one night, just excites me. That's based on a true story, actually. But I'll get into that later on. I think the only tolerable one in my household is Harry. He cares for the pets when I cannot provide them that luxury. Harry is a nice and honest gentleman. But oh my lord is he a gossiper. It's actually rather pleasant to have a "gossip buddy" at hand. Of course, I don't tell him anything of importance. But I do just enough to fuel his fire, so he can go out and fetch me just what I need. I know, I know.
"But he's a nice kid, you shouldn't use him like that!"
"He's taking time out of his life to help you how dare you?"

Let be honest here if I may, who am i kidding I'll do it anyways. Life is a game. And I am gonna die soon. So I'll play whatever game I choose. He has to respond even if he figures it out, or else he'd be out of job anyhow. I support his income and his college tuition. You can
Thank his wonderful parents for sitting st my
Check counter making those out to themselves. From what I've heard, they kicked him out of the house when he was fresh out of high school. He turned to some pretty bad things. I have some integrity not to tell you what he's told me in full confidence. Yet, when his parents found out he worked under me, they popped back into his life. Showering him with sour sorries and fake remorse. Then they wanted to visit him. From there is was pretty simple what we were dealing with. An ordinary case of everything else. It was so..

Bland.
If you're trying to steal something from me I'd prefer you to have some sort of knowledge behind you as well. And know how to play the game. Make it interesting. Spice it up. Not think that everything passes the blind woman.

Let's just say I'm blind but I can see through all of these lies clear as day.