Ramble Rhonda sat at the desk at the park rambling on to any and all strangers that wandered by. One unfortunate timid man was caught by her chattering and was unable to escape. Passersby gave him a glance, some hesitated and considered helping, but quickly realized it'd be them that'd be caught by Rhonda. No, better to let this one man suffer so the rest of society could continue.
The young man sat there for the rest of his life, unable to bring himself to feel rude and depart the woman. Decades went on, and Rhonda didn't stop talking once. The man grew hunched and his hair grew long and gray. New generations came and went, and still no one stopped to relieve the man of his monologic prison.
When the man passed away, they couldn't retrieve his body, lest someone else be caught by Rhonda. Instead they build a giant mausoleum surrounding Rhonda and the remains of the man. They built the walls far enough away from them that no one would be caught by the rambling woman. To this day it's said you can still hear her talking inside if you press your ear against the wall. Most choose not to.
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