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bong

by Shine
i'm the polite girl who gets a werther's orignals from grandpa whenever i visit the family estate. brother is given the engraved shotgun to shoot the fox, but you can't eat a shotgun like you can a blessed werther's orignals. well, father did (ate a shotgun) (so to speak), after the nursemaid scandal, but we don't talk about that, and whenever i do grandpa gives me another werher's original and asks me to be a polite girl

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bong

by Shine
i open the double doors in the forbidden south wing and discover what i falsely recollect as a mass of writhing aged bodies and masked faces, but grandpa qucikly pops a werther's originals into my gaping mouth and tells me that i didn't see anything, and i believe him. i saw a mouldy tapestry and got confused, as tends to happen in this house

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by Shine
descending into the cellar using the staircase i found behind the false wall in the pantry, i hear what sounds like faint moaning. "ohhhhh....please help me.... i don't want to die down here". i reach the bottom and light a match (i;m not allowed to touch matches but i recently learned how to use them). touching my hand to the damp mossy wall i creep forward slowly, approaching an ever stronger glow, until i happen upon what appears to be a naked man, his flesh flayed, a limb missing (is that a thigh cooking on a spit above the fire). as my jaw drops in shock a hand, that famous loving hand belonging to dear old gramps, pops a beloved werthers' originals in my mouth and the butterscotch melts over my tongue, mmm it's so good, i need to go tell rorick the gardener about this delicious treat. rorick is my special friend among the staff, he tells me he's going to tell me a great secret about grandpa once the time is right but he hasn't yet. we love to laugh and gambol, even though i sense a darkness behind his eyes. i can't find rorick in the gardens. rorick where did you go?

dinner is delicious tonight.

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by Shine
being tutored by mr crookshank in the abattoir behind the hedge maze, i quickly unwrap another delightful werther's originals to help me stay focused on the nutrional properties of the human lymphatic system, which i can't remember why i'm studying that topic, and today of all days, and where did ms henry go off to, i did so love ms henry and her gentle mien?

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by Shine
a trip into the city (it's the middle of the night) (woken up by grnadpa carrying a strangely waxy and yellowed candle)and i'm about to ask granpda why we put all the orphans in the cage-cart in the back instead of up front in the carriage with us but he drops a small satchle in my lap. it's a dozen werther's originals, this polite girl will ask no more questions on this comfortingly tasty ride back to the manor.

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by Shine
a wondrous and unsettling discovery in the attic today while exploring with langston, the stable boy. a quilt, with a center emblem of a screaming skull, and knit with gray stringy hair. remembering grandmother for some reason (the smell, it's the smell of her but it's different, it's the smell of fear, abject fear in the last moments of a miserable life) i call down to grandpa. he pops his head up through the trapdoor and his eyes flicker (did they blink sideways i've never seen them blink sideways before, or maybe i've just never remembered, they can't have blinked sideways, it's grandpa, this attic is dusty) before he invites us down for a scrumpious werther's originals, and if i finish my assignmetnts early i can have another later tonight as we sit in the great hall, oh thank you grandpa!

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by Shine
an image in a children's book (the binding strange and fleshy), sitting on the shelf but unseen ever since the wetnurse left, of a child happily sucking on a werther's originals from granspa while a dozen demons shriek and gibber and dance and delight in the fiery background behind the unsuspecting child, so dear and so precious with the innocent visage.

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approaching the sculpture of Laocoön in the gardens, i see a small burlap sack and a folded paper. i pick up the paper. " i give these you in undying affection. forever yours, langston, the stable boy" langston's handwriting has changed, it reminds me of a script i;ve seen scrawled in large dripping letters on the walls of the guest cottage, langston;s handwriting is not like this, it's tight and compact and belies the nervous earnestness of a lower class boy addressing a higher personality who nevertheless serves as a peer. langston hasn't been around come to think of it in weeks, but he knows how i love my wertthers originals, and as i open the small burlap sack and spy the treasure within, i whisper a silent thanks for his gift and know that i will see him soon, and ask how he changed his handwriting so aburptly.

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by Shine
skipping merrily to the hound stables on this gray day (when did i last see the sun), i think about what grandpa said as he handed me a werther's originals. "take care that you suck on this, so that the hounds don't see your wagging tongue and mistake it for a treat" he joked. i reach the hound stables. "hullo archie" i call to the caretaker, "hounds sound hungry today" and pop the precious hard candy back in my mouth. he turns mutely towards me.

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