Dear BC, you're dead for ten years and, quite frankly, I do not feel your absence. Or maybe a little 'yes, because now your place is one of your emule and he as well as pocketing our money (like you used to do), it is even more to your liking (and advantage).
do not understand why when someone dies, that someone is automatically a good person, even if it was a criminal. One is not born thieves, but it becomes. And you B. you're dead thief and a fugitive, escaping your fate in a seaside villa to draw and model vessels, despite all.
Thief: that's how I'll remember you.
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