A single man. Looking over, looking at a work of creation he made. Two years of his life just for a imagination. The man who was recalling the past two years. Tears running down his cheek. "Time comes." He said to himself. He made a difference in his own life. One he couldn't forget. He wondered what was to come. Looking off into the sun. "Till we meet again my old friend." He actually was happy for a long while. He made a difference between he shaped his life......
He came home. Hung his jacket. Put his hat on the stand. "There's a time for everything." He thought to himself. As a layer down to in his bed. A sixty year old man. In the morning he be dead. His son John or as we know him Nick. Would find him eyes gouged out. His guts and organs ripped out. A somber end to what was a great man. Ross, your son, his story began. It's a fitting end to a man. Nothing we've ever saw.........
*TV behind you kicks on* Hello there. You must be wondering what's going on. Well there....your entering the end of this book! I know right crazy stuff has happened and it's all come full circle. (More will come soon.)
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