Since I went public with my hypothesis yesterday, the photograph of my dead mother has visibly altered. Here is an image of what the photograph looks like today:
I was born in a hovel in Dundee, the product of a union between a syphilitic scullion and a prominent biscuit maker. I went to school several times, and know some facts.
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Agh! And ugh!
I have to tell you that this bode (spellt body by the way) is not well and is without a doubt - dead.
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