Heavy and horrible: he hefts and heaves until I halfway shamble from a placticine tube. He's hankering for hope, but he won't have any from my hard corpse. He's hysterical, having hoaxed the last few moments of a hallucinated life from a harpy he, hapless, has.
What did "h"s ever do to you?
ReplyDeleteOh, nobody knows. I just used what I had.
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