swamped
Dear — — — —
The town has been swamped with police lately. I can’t believe I’ve only been here for two months and there is already a mass murderer on the loose.
Somebody was found black and blue in the swamp behind the pharmacy. They were so bloated with water that it took five days to identify the victim. Turns out it was the chemist’s daughter, Shellie. She was pretty in an ugly sort of way with a mass of chocolate curls that smelled faintly of pickles. And she walked with a little wobble to her step, it was pathetically adorable. We used to go to the bar after work and she would speak about herself and her boy troubles — “His eyes are just so pretty but he never wants to do anything more than hold my hand, is it me? Am I the problem?”
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I found it toe-curlingly disgusting but in my musings, I sometimes regret what happened to her.
Work shut down because of it so I’ve been binging that television serial you recommended, it’s been subpar at best. I’ll have to finish it seeing as I won’t be going back to work until they catch the killer, probably. The chemist is too distraught to open things up again but I’m still receiving wages. As it turns out, he is a very sentimental man.
Last town we lived in, the murders went on for seven months. It’s so tragic how these things seem to follow me. But it got too much I suppose, or I would have stayed there longer. Speaking of which, if you or Arnold could come down for the next couple projects that would be nice. There’s a lot of effort that goes into this. Swamp sludge is surprisingly difficult to peel from tires.
Anyways, send me a list of names when you get the time. And do stop on by, the trees here are magnificent and they have this lovely molasses pudding I could kill for. Besides, I’ll be off work for a while, the chemist is busy consoling his other three daughters. It would really be a shame if something happened to them.
Lots of love,
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