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April 27, 1910: Ernest Wirth begs to be executed for killing his wife, Hattie, by stomping her head to a pulp. He later told jailers: "I have nothing more to live for. They say there is a world after this. If there is, I want to go to it. I may meet her there. If this is the end, then this world will be better off when my body turns back to earth." |
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I hope there’s a follow-up to this story. Don’t leave us hanging.
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“Don’t leave us hanging”—ha!
By the way, if I ever write sentence like “The broad shaft of light, the last sweep of a dying sun, threw a flood of golden glory through the window,” promise to have ME executed?
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