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FITTED FOR MURDER

BEING FITTED FOR MY MURDER WAS LIKE ANY OTHER DRESS FITTING WHEN I WAS LITTLE THE TAILOR SHOP WAS ALWAYS EMPTY AWAITING MY PERSONAL FITTING MY POP WENT FIRST WATCHED THE SEAMTRESS CAREFULLY MEASURE HIS ARMS AND COLLARS I WOULD GET THE LOLLIPOPS ON THE STRING CROSS MY LEGS AND WAIT FOR MY TURN MY IRISH AUNT WOULD PLACE THE PINS IN THE LACE FABRIC PEARLY WHITE BUTTONS I OFTEN ASK WHY IS SHE DRESSING ME IN CURTAINS DOILIES MY NONNA WOULD CHUCKLE HARDILY SHE LOVED THIS PLACE SHE AND MY AUNT WERE SISTER ITALIAN IRISH BELLAS THERE WAS ME SPOILED ROTTEN SIMPLY BECAUSE I LISTENED TO EVERY ELDER SPEAKING OUT OF SHEER REPECT FOR MY ELDERS THAT'S HIW IT WAS THAT'S HOW IT IS THAT'S WHY MY MURDER FITTING HAD TO BE PERFECT THE VERY SHORT ANGRY OLD GUY STANDING BY THE SEABURG I DROP MY QUARTERS IN MY SONG BEGANS TO PLAY AIN'T NOBODY BY CHAKA KHAN I DANCED IN A VERY LOVELY MAUVE DRESS HE WATCHED WITH HIS HANDS I KNEW HE DESIRED ME BUT WHY IT WAS BECAUSE I'D WITNESSED THE ULTIMATE MURDER PLOT BEING COVERED UP BY CITY OFFICIALS I WATCHED THE LITTLE GUY PAY OFF OFFICERS STILL IN PATROL CARS I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR THE LITTLE GUY SIMPLY BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED HE MURDERED ELDERLY PEOPLE IN A BLAZE CHRISTMAS DAY NOW HERE I STAND EXPOSED BEING FITTED FOR MURDER COMMOTION HORRIR TERROR AWAITS I PLAY MY FAVORITE SONG AND DANCE TO THE RYTHMN OF MURDER NOT ANY MURDER MY MURDER THE GRUELSOME COVER UP ASK FOR THIS DANCE I HESITATE BUT THINKS WHAT DO I HAVE TO LOSE THIS IS MY MURDER FITTING SO I DANCED WITH THE COMMISIONER SHOCKING THE LITTLE GUY EXPLODES HE IS ACTUALLY JEALOUS HIS EYE SQUINT HE FLICKS THE ASHES FROM HIS CIGARETTE THE ASH MAKING A LOUD CRASH TO THE FLOOR SILENCE ABODE THE GUNMAN AIMS SNIPER ON THE ROOF HE PULLS THE TRIGGER I FALL THE LITTLE GUY YELLS I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO ACTUALLY KILL HER WHAT HAVE YOU DONE SHE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE THE CROWD STANDS APPLAUDING HIS GRAND PERFORMANCE THE GUNMAN SAYS BUT BOSS YOU SAID SHOOT THE LITTLE GUYS DROPS HIS HEAD SOBBING I MEANT WITH A CAMERA YOU IDIOT NOW SHE'S GONE I LOVED HER TO DEATH THAT DRESS IS SO BEAUTIFUL ON HER

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Date: 8/9/2024 6:49:00 AM
Sad events of late that have happened. Someone made a terrible mistake, or someone did actually murder someone but only God knows man's heart. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Sara K
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Yolanda Nicholsen
Date: 8/11/2024 2:25:00 AM
Thank you for your compassion many blessings to you.

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