I knew a boy named Jim once but everybody called him Jimmy. This story is about my accounts with Jimmy.
Jim Nathan Malmont was born October 30th 1834, as an eight and one-third pound baby. He never cried and never fussed.
Once a child, Jim loved his parents very much and did not come out of the house very often. He would not come out to feed the birds or play with the other children like me or my brothers. I did see him come out a few times to visit the market with his parents.
On Jim's (Now starting to be called Jimmy) 12th birthday a young girl who was now the same age as him asked him a simple question,
"Hi, my name is Julie do you want to be my friend?"
"Yes", Jimmy simply replied.
That's how I became Jimmy's best friend.
But our story isn't over there. Jimmy and I loved our play time, we would run around the market, stroll through town and even pretend to be things and people that we weren't. We have had great times together from the age of twelve years old to eighteen. Our favorite thing to do was walk around the woods.
One day in the woods around the age of 17 Jimmy asked me a question,
"Hi, my name is Jimmy do you want to be my wife?"
"Yes!" I replied happily.
Exactly two years three months and sixteen days after my marriage with Jimmy, he disappeared into the woods. He was found dead hanging on a tree with four stabs and one bullet hole to the chest two-hundred and thirty-six yards away from town. I was arrested for murder of the third degree and died of tuberculosis in prison. I didn't murder my husband. I guess whoever that terrible man or woman was will never be caught for their actions.
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