Make her laugh to pass the time. Time of chances. Chance to shine. Shine upon a brand new outlook. Outlook to the sea. See what I’m doing here? Hearing no sounds to follow this through. Through the keyhole. Whole new time awaiting no man. Man to man to woman to corpse. Corpse not, no laughter around. Around the corner another chancer’s on the make.
The end.
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