twenty-two

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'he's gone.' zayn had said,

his eyes cast downwards and his eyes wet.

'what?' the post master stumbled

to no one and fell in his chair with a tumble.

'he has been dead for a long time time now.' zayn informed,

hiding his face in a sleeve, torn.

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