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They Talked/Listened Part 3

Now, this is where I find that I was no longer right in the head, for instead of leaving and making her face her crime, I helped her. I helped her get rid of the body. I helped her hide from the police. I helped her get away from it all. So, I took the body to one of my friends, he owed me a favor, and he dealt with the body. No questions asked. And I went back and they talked and they talked and they talked.
Then, more came in and asked for it, and I did. They came with me, of course. Amd we dealt with them permanently. So that became my routine, people would come in and they would talk and they would talk and they would talk. And just for them we can make a plan where we can just deal with them, without me having to get involved. With others, others I had to take a personal interest in.
Β And my friend, he got rid of the bodies for them and he introduced me to his friends, who introduced me to their friends. And eventually I had this whole community of people who knew and they didn’t judge me. They didn’t say anything. They were, were like a family. And what’ best is… they listened, without being asked. When it seemed like I needed to speak or when they asked a question, they stopped and they listened. And I liked that so I stayed. And then I did it more.
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“Why are you telling us this?”
And I go ” Because you’ll listen. I tried to tell others, but they wouldn’t listen. You did, so I told you.”