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The murder at the red barn was the straw that broke the camel's back. Lenny the circus midget was in the dock,
pleasing for mercy from the
Marquis de Sade; a pleasure-pain relationship.
Which I never understood. Why would
he do that to me? I was good to that man. I washed his damn shirts, ironed his boxers, even starched his tube socks when he asked me to. Finally I got fed up. I took it upon myself to call
Papa John's and ask for pepporoni and sausage pizza.
