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Today was not just another day of digging graves. This certain grave that my partner and I were digging was one for the Ophelia herself. There was one question that put me to a test, which was set forth by my partner. “Is she to be buried in Christian burial, ....

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.... my father a couple times. He was always out at the taverns with the wenches. That’s how he met my mother, the beautiful harlot. She had to sell her body just to make ends meet. As soon as I was old enough to understand how life was for me, I went to work. At the age of 6 I was out on the streets offering my services to any whom would need them. I can still remember my first job cleaning up after horses. I would stay in the stables all day long digging up the foul-smelling mess of the animals. Oh, how the days went by. After many years of the same cleaning I decided it was time to move on. Now at 11 I started in the construction of houses. ....