Hello, town, hello, mafia! I don't feel bad living in the cemetery. The entire picturesque view is blocked on one side by a dilapidated crypt, and on the other by the cemetery wall. The neighbors on the left rattle their bones until morning, often inviting their acquaintances, and they rattle their bones together. The neighbors on the right are constantly howling, shedding fur, messing on my territory, and approaching the neighbors on the left. The neighbor below complains that I toss and turn too much and often remembers the old days when brains were tastier. The neighbor above drinks non-stop - there are already 17 bloodless bodies scattered around the neighborhood. My coffin is uncomfortable, with nails sticking out everywhere, it's constantly leaking, and it's cramped in the legs. Whoever killed me will suffer. I will try to haunt him in his dreams. With love, always yours, the maniac.
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