Contributor: Matthew Wilson
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Mary Kelly knew she was in trouble. Nothing new there but this time it was bigger. Worse.
The autumn of terror was almost over, now a winter of hard ship was coming fast as Stephenson`s rocket.
She needed money, or a way out. She`d waited in the ten bell`s pub for the right person two weeks running straight. Not perfect but close in build and hair colour. She took pity on the young prostitute, Annie - typical story, abusive father, absent mother - promptly bought her some drink and invited Ms homeless back to her digs.
Joe Barnett wouldn`t like it as he was main bread winner but ever since the arguments she cared little for what he said.
She was little then six months younger then Mary, her hair not quite as red and nose a might squarer but in time no one would know. History would forget such a silly...
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Matthew Wilson
