June 2009
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-I- You were basking in what seems a great spot. I am most jealous of your salad under the palm trees. I do not want to raise expectations about feelings and things. You are special and unique and fabulous in a whole host of ways. I will write you…
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I had to dispose of the corpse. My choice was either to take it to the dump, piece by piece, weekly, or bury it on the property. Whose body? Don't know. How did it get into the freezer? I put it there, in a black plastic bag, after I killed him. I gave careful consideration to the…
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We drove from DC to Bradford, Vermont. Not desrious of hazarding the I-95 corridor, we veered far to the west, almost to Scranton. It was a mostly pleasant ride. Travelers, remember the Taconic State Parkway – it's underused, neatly landscaped, truck-free. Along the way, we encountered a road sign which said, Lititz, Pennsylvania. Lititz. I know that name. How? Have I been…