From The Diary Of Louis Vangough

The new man who moved into the house right next to me was found up in the attic. The funeral is scheduled for Wednesday. I didn't know him well, but I'm going to be nice. He would have liked me too.

Some say that he tripped over a nail or he fell on a loose floorboard. I don't think that's true. His body was stained with dried blood and a knife was at his side. He was obviously murdured or he killed himself. Even though he was new to this town, everyone I know is coming. It doesn't make sense to not go. So I shall.

I will wear my nice suit and in my pocket there will be a hankerchief, because I know I won't be able to stand a minute with out sobbing.

Louis Vangough

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