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I would tell her that her soul is rotting and the stench is unbearable. I would say that everyone can smell her putrification and that she will soon smell it too. Then I would slip into her house in the middle of the night and throw a three pound package of hamburger behind her stove and stash a few fish fillets in the recesses of her couch. Then I would wait until she begged for forgiveness. About a week ought to do it.