| You may believe I am mad, but I was so anxious that day. So terribly nervous... My senses are great now. People have spoken to me from heaven and hell. Now, can you explain that I am mad? This is the story, my story of the Tell-Tale Heart. |
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| I was afraid of his eye from the start. The old man's eye. It would stare upon me like a vulture, showered with a veil. He was for whom I worked. I loved him so dearly... but I had to get rid of the eye. |
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| Hello! How are you? | |
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| I had decided to kill the man. I was so kind to the man in his last week... he didn't suspect a thing. |
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| Hi! I'm here. What do you need from me today? I can do anything for you. | |
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| Oh! Well, I need my bedroom a bit cleaner. I also need the bathroom scrubbed and a teeny snack. | |
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