Is months gone now and still nobody want to go near the beach house where Jude used to stay. I see people make a wide arc to walk in the surf rather than pass in front that place. Is a blasted shame to see the rundown condition of it after I used to have the outdoors looking the best out of all the other houses on that stretch of beachfront. Nobody going to set foot there now or fix it up though – not after what happened to Jude. Jude was the middle-aged French Creole running his own business, servicing the big oil company down there on the south-east coast. He set up shop there alongside all the other companies jostling each other like dog in heat for the contracts getting handed out down there. Doh get me wrong eh, Jude was a hard worker and buil this company from…
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