Patrick arrived home at 8.00 p.m on October the 5th/1947.
He walked through the door drunk as could be, with half his ass hanging out.
The bastard left me for another women, Earl. So I got a leg of lamb out of the freezer and hit him. I hit him as had as I could. I killed him, I killed him. I am as guilty as charged. I have a plan though.
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