for me to finally gain the courage to confront you. I am sure you had rehearsed your feigned outrage many times. "Wha'cha you trying to say!?...I had sump'in to do wid it!?" That screaming intimidating answer came much too fast. I barely got the question out. How could you know what I was talking about?
I was eight years old. A tiny, petite little thing. I could have easily passed for five or six. Now I know why you accused your cousin of being common. "He probably screwing dim luddle girls. Dat's why He got rid of their mama. She's white. Duh n**** was screwing hur sistuh too. They from Poland. He brought dem heah wid his common ass jest so he could do that."
"Why would you say something like that?" I inquired. "'CAUSE I KNOW COMMON ASS N****** DATS WHY!!!" Your answer blew me away. I never connected you to such. I would be lying if I didn't admit that it certainly stirred my memory. "The wicked fleeth when no one pursueth."
It is one thing to do evil if you don't know any better. But, when you commit foul acts and design elaborate schemes to keep them covered, you are a demon, the devil's imp.
If you are the devil's imp, he is going to let you down. You will be exposed to the entire world and a lot of those deeds you did will not make you so gleefully happy any more.
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