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Poor Janie
The two women walked past the ramshackle house on the corner. They looked disapprovingly at the unkempt garden, the grimy windows, the peeling paint. Finally, the older one shook her head. "Poor Janie," she said. "You mean that's where she lives?" her friend asked. "Yes, the poor thing. I just don't know how she puts up with that husband of hers." "No. I just saw him down at the garage the other day. I mean - you can tell he's violent. He must make life a living hell for...