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Kendell Marano Parker.

He made me up, very bad by chance. I look like a clown.

I was in doubt if I cry or if I laugh.

It's tragicomedy.

He dressed me like a rag doll, with a wedding dress, put on me the piruca and although the circus clown make-up, I'm frighteningly similar to his dead wife.

My body is getting sore, now I can feel like I have limbs, although it's still heavy.

He lifts me up, and leaves me sloppyly against the table, my legs will bend at any time for not supporting me.

What the fuck did this psychotic being do to me?

- You're going to wear this necklace, which you were wearing when you died. - A shiver runs through my body.

He's treating me like I'm really his dead wife, what a terror!

I take advantage of the fact that he will take the box of this necklace, and drag my hand around the table to get the vase that was there adorning.