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Hello, this is Juliet Santini. I'm reading an excerpt from the Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. In the hours after I was murdered, as my mother made phone calls and my father began going door to door in the neighborhood looking for me. Mister Harvey had collapsed the hole in the cornfield and carried away a sack filled with my body parts. He passed within two houses of where my father stood talking to Mr and Mrs Ta. He kept to the property line in between two rows of Warring hedge, the ows boxwood and the steeds, Golden Rod. His body brushed past the sturdy green leaves leaving traces of me behind him. Smells. The Gilbert's dog would pick up and follow to find my elbow smells. The sleet and rain of the next three days would wash away before police dogs could even be thought of. He carried me back to his house where while he went inside to wash up, I waited for him after the house changed hands. The new owners tattered at the dark spot on the floor of their garage as she brought prospective buyers through the realtor said it was an oil stain but it was me seeping out of the bag. Mr Harvey carried and spilling onto the concrete, the beginning of my secret signals to the world. It would be some time before I realize what you've undoubtedly already assumed that I wasn't the first girl he'd killed. He knew to remove my body from the field. He knew to watch the weather and to kill during an arc of light to heavy precipitation because that would rob the police of evidence. But he was not as fastidious as the police like to think. He forgot my elbow. He used a cloth sack for a bloody body. And if someone, anyone had been watching, maybe they would have thought it strange to see their neighbor walk a property line that was tight fit. Even for Children who liked to pretend the warring heads were a hide out as he scoured his body in the hot water of his suburban bathroom. One with the identical layout to the one Lindsey Buckley and I shared his movements were slow, not anxious. He felt a calm flood him. He kept the lights out in the bathroom and felt the warm water wash me away and he felt thoughts of me. Then my muffled scream in his ear. My delicious death moan, the glorious white flesh that had never seen the sun like an infant's then split so perfectly with the blade of his knife. He shivered under the heat. A prickling pleasure creating goose bumps up and down his arms and legs. He had put me in a waxy cloth sack and thrown in the shaving cream and razor from the mud ledge. His books of sonnets and finally the bloody knife, they were tumbled together with my knees, fingers and toes. But he made a note to extract them before my blood grew too sticky. Later that night, the sonnets and the knife, at least he saved.
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Bold, Brooding, Commanding, Dangerous, Narrator, Posh, Sultry, British (General)