It was funny to watch the the fancy old man and his boy digging up my empty coffin.  When she made me, I could see everything she saw.  I didn’t know what it meant, but I saw it.  That man killed her.  Now he’s digging me up.  He’s an exterminator, I guess. I can smell where he lives.  There’s a lot of wrong things there.  I’ll go in and make more wrong things.  Then I’ll go to Collinwood.  This town won’t miss them.




2 Comments on “565”

  1. Maryland Rose June 21, 2013 at 4:19 pm #

    Seems that Tom has class issues with the Collins family…

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