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Yes, I remember Johnny.

God love him, 'cause I don't know how anyone else can.

The Devil whispered in that child's ear all day long. No end to trouble when he was around.

His brother was such a nice boy.

Oh yes, little angel. Always listened, always reported any trouble.

Ohhh, remember Johnny's dog?

The mangiest mutt you ever did see, probably carrying Lord-knows-what diseases. Danger to the community — and that devil child would play with it! Feed it! After I told him not to!

Claimed dogs have souls. The blasphemy!