His blank look struck her heart cold. "Sir... Sir..." she said while nudging, and then shaking, his shoulder. His head slumped forward. She gasped.
After having discretely checked his pulse and called an ambulance, she noticed the piece of paper in his hand. The lavender scent radiated from it like a fart from a fat man.
"The Time has come."
Her hand started shaking as she realised she had seen that handwriting before.
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Who knows, maybe someday we'll find some tit to publish it. I laugh.
Who knows, maybe someday we'll find some tit to publish it. I laugh.
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