The final crease ironed out, he donned his suit, climbed on to the chair, put the rope around his neck and stepped into oblivion. @130story
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The final crease ironed out, he donned his suit, climbed on to the chair, put the rope around his neck and stepped into oblivion. @130story
Black-inked, the author's words left ghostly impressions, word-ridges, in the heavyweight cream paper and the reader's open mind. @130story