Unsung, he keeps always to the shadows, opening every door for you, greeting your guests, nodding his head solemnly at your atrocious comments, blending in with the stark black-and-white decor of your house, as modern and decorative as all your furniture.
Unappreciated, he starts to think he is more ghost than man, and perhaps if your guests and relatives were ghosts as well, they would notice him.
Unnoticed, he slips poison into every last dish.
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