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His neighbors hated him. The feelings were mutual. And he also hated his neighbors. They disliked his lifestyle. He doesn’t give a fuck about their opinions. Indeed, his is a neighborhood where they disapprove of men loving men … men lusting men.
“He has tarnished the good name of this place,” said one of his neighbors at the resident’s meeting.
“If we want to be respectable again, we must get rid of him,” another neighbor added.
Then, one night while he was sleeping soundly, the neighbors got together and burnt down his house. He screamed for mercy.He screamed for helped.
Like mannequins, his neighbors just stood there and watched him to die. The police had classified his death as a tragic accident.
His neighbors showed no guilt over killing him. “Good riddance to bad rubbish.” That is how they describe his death.
“He has tarnished the good name of this place,” said one of his neighbors at the resident’s meeting.
“If we want to be respectable again, we must get rid of him,” another neighbor added.
Then, one night while he was sleeping soundly, the neighbors got together and burnt down his house. He screamed for mercy.He screamed for helped.
Like mannequins, his neighbors just stood there and watched him to die. The police had classified his death as a tragic accident.
His neighbors showed no guilt over killing him. “Good riddance to bad rubbish.” That is how they describe his death.
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