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KyleyShinead Released Apr 11, 2012


By the time you read this, I should be long gone and living under a new name.  I know I’m supposed to do this in person but I’m also supposed to ask for forgiveness, and I have no intention of doing that.  So I say we forget the technicalities.

Firstly, I must tell you Father I have most definitely sinned.  I need to tell you a story and I guess the best place to start is the beginning…

Over the next few days stories will probably start popping up in the newspapers about a man who’s gone missing, a man named Richard Slone.  He’s 79; lives lived in that big white house on the outskirts of the city.  If I had to guess, the police will hope that he just wandered off somewhere and that they’ll find him soon, confused, just sitting at a Denny’s in a few days.  That’s not going to happen though; he won’t be at a Denny’s or at an IHOP, or even at Mama’s Waffle House in town; so don’t try to look there.

His family will come in from California after a few days.  Well, he’s just got the one son.  He never visits.  But he’ll come in for this.  I’m sure he will.  You should give him this letter; it might help him to have it too. 

I was Mr. Slone’s caretaker.  I lived with him out in that big white house, making sure he took his meds when he should, making sure he didn’t wander off to Denny’s.  It would have been two years next week that I’d been with him.  He was a character, I’ve got to give him that, he was a real character.  But I’m off topic; I need to get back to my story.

I woke up yesterday morning and went down the hall to help Mr. Slone get up and ready for his day, same as...

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KyleyShinead Apr 11, 2012

When I was a kid, my grandma’s attic was the most magical place in the world.  It was like someone took Hogwarts and Narnia and rolled them into one.  You could find anything up...

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