Think of the content mill as a modern-day literary sweatshop—writers hunkering down at hot keyboards, plowing away at 3,000 word articles for, literally, pennies. Content mills were born because someone figured out that by targeting popular search result terms, they could commission an army of crappy posts catering to these terms and dominate Google's results.

Friends soon tell each other their troubles, and she found that Carry’s haunting fear was of a poverty-ridden old age.

It was a terrible, but all too excusable crime, principicide.

Would you like a sherry?