A Fine Example of a Man
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When I found her, she was a broken mess. Her husband of 30 years had recently died, leaving her solely in charge of his rather mountainous assets. She didn't have a clue. But I did. So, I offered to help, as any gentleman would. She gladly accepted. There was a lot to get through. A lot to track down and liquidate. It took us about a year to arrive at a final cash figure of her worth. And it was a large figure. More than I had ever imagined.
By this point, we were very close. Romantically involved. There was talk of a wedding. Her girlfriends couldn't help themselves. They adored me. What a fine example of a man. I hadn't taken advantage. I had saved her. Breathed new life into her. Restored her shattered existence. And all so selflessly. If only all men could be like me. Wouldn't the world be a better place?
Ah, grief and stupidity make such wonderful entrances into the hearts of others. That woman's money is mine now. Siphoned into my own accounts while she was out trying on dresses. I have disappeared without a trace. This was a long con. A perfect heist.
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Daniel Lee Peach
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