This tale was written based on the following prompts
People trust me with their secrets, but if they really knew me, I think they would have second thoughts.
You see I’m an agony aunt, or perhaps I should say uncle. I’m the one those people write their deep dark secrets too for a bit of titillation. I’m the one who offers a salve for their conscious at a bargain price.
The editor reckons I’m what gets the papers off the shelf at the supermarket. That at a discount price I provide the entertainment which there has sorely been a shortage of lately. I tend to ignore the labels he parks on me, I’m on a
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