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She's the only friend I got
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The daughter I never had
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My sweet Cordelia
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Skinny little Nancy Callahan
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8 years pass
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Then comes a Thursday when I bound from my cot, excited as a kid at Christmas
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Only to find myself staring at the damn floor of my damn cell
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Looking for a letter from Nancy that isn't there
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Then another Thursday with no letter
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Is she alright?
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Did something happen to her?
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Nothing
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2 months now. Not a word from Nancy
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Did they find her? Did they get to her?
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Of course. Stupid old man
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Do your math. Nancy's 19 years old. How long did you expect her to keep writing?
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She was a saint to give it up as long as she did
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She's forgotten you, old man
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You're alone. You're all alone
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This guy smells awful, like bad food
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Like a corpse left in a garbage dumpster in the middle of summer
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He stinks so bad, I want to throw up
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Practically knocked my head off, the bastard
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When I come to, I see it
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The same kind of envelope Nancy always uses
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But there's no letter inside of it
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Something soft. Something that ought to be alive
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A hunk of meat and bone that ought to be the index finger of the right hand of a 19 year old girl