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Dead In Kalamazoo

They had to notify and call it in. They had to cordon off and begin. Apparently, he was middle-aged. Apparently, he was married. Apparently, he was a father. Allegedly he had a mistress. Allegedly he had left his job. Allegedly he had embezzled. A gun was found in his mouth. A hole was found in his head. A note was found by his side, by the bed No one knew what it said, until it was read The note was unfolded, Bloodstained words decoded, “Who could have known I would end up in a cheap motel With a t.v. chained to the wall. With a nickel plated gun. With a bottle of dark rum; just a hell of a thing. Just one hell of a thing. Just one hell of a damn thing” It read, “and me without a clue alone in a bloody town called Kalamazoo,” the note read.

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