I knew Mr Amersham for just one day, and in that day, he changed my life.
He wasn’t particularly witty or charming.
He didn’t sweep me off my feet, introduce me to new exotic locales.
Nor was he especially cruel. He was perfectly polite and courteous.
In fact, I’m having trouble recalling precisely why I killed him.
But I did. Slit him from groin to chin like I was opening a letter, in the middle of Emilia’s spring ball.
Now I believe someone has called the constabulary. My life is so exciting, Mr Amersham, and it’s all thanks to you.
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