Sorry, Jackie Boy...

Jolene Oldham

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Jack,

I know the money's in the grate. You forget that I'm the one who showed it to you in the first place.

I'm saving my crocodile tears for the insurance adjuster. The grieving widow's got to pick up her check eventually. Fur coats don't grow on trees, you know... Then, it's off to Rio, just me and Ernesto.

Sorry Jackie boy, but the cops aren't going to have much but your dental records to go by... so you're going to end up the butt of your own sad joke. Again.

When you get to Hell, tell your mother I said to go piss up a rope.

Irene

PS: Screw your damned dog.

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For Utata's Iron Photographer Project 23; in response to Mark K_NJ's "It Always Starts The Same Way..." and Meera's Front Page on Utata: www.utata.org/frontpage/20127.php

'Sorry, Jackie Boy...' On Black

and...

For the 365 Days Project. Day 168.

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