When I got home there was
an article taped to my door.
A man had been found hung
from a tree and gutted.
They said his name was
Jeffery Carter.
I recognized his picture.
He looked older, his face
bloated from years of heavy drinking, but it was him.
Cherish’s boyfriend had
finally gotten exactly what he had deserved.
I checked the date on the
article.
It was from the day after
I got my first letter.
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