Stakes Higher Than Before
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Last published Wed, Mar 15, 2017
"hurry up Tom. Or ....." and that's when the gunshots started once again. One on the hand. One on the leg. Blood gushed out. I hit the floor. Dark spots dancing before my eyes just as I closed my eyes I saw a revolver and well I met Hades and drank nectar and ate amborsia in Elysium. Something for which I wish. But there's nothing much after your life ends.
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