Stereotypes In The Dumpster-Personal Narrative

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We are in the drawing room with the Great Detective Cedric Hart. Everyone is assembled. All the family, the household staff, the weekend guests, anyone who has been near this place since we found the body of poor old Aunt Charlotte last Friday evening. It is time, it seems, for the grand finale. This is the moment where he lines everyone up and unravels the mystery for us. This is the part where he explains exactly what has been going on, displays at great length every facet of his genius before eventually, finally pointing a finger at the murderer.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I very nearly didn’t come. It’s a Sunday evening, after all. I should be out on the golf course or relaxing somewhere with a cigar and a brandy, not sweat …show more content…

He's seen right through everything and it's only a matter of time before I hear the snap of handcuffs around my wrists. I should be upset, but to be honest, I'm enjoying the show too much. More than that, I’m actually eager to hear see exactly how he's going to pin me down. No doubt there was some shoddy mistake I made along the way, that's the way these things normally pan out. I'm sure that whatever happens, I'll completely deserve everything that comes my way. I'm not asking for any sympathy. I am guilty after all, there's no question about that.
So I'm sitting back in my chair, quite resigned to my fate when he comes to summing things up and prepares to unveil the culprit. I'm not even listening properly anymore. It’s so obvious what's coming next that I've already begun to mentally prepare my confession and congratulations to the sleuth. Something suitably witty and self-deprecating I'm thinking. Something sharp with a little bit of style. If one has to go to the gallows, one might as well be cheerful about it, don’t you think?
You can imagine my surprise then when his voice rises to a crescendo, a peak of flamboyant outrage and, standing right in front of me, he spins and stretches out a finger and declares the murder to be none other than...Great Uncle Philip? Really? That decrepit old codger in the wheelchair? Can he be

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