Cartilage for the Carcass from the Cartel

Walking with a pronounced limp he fell broken foot first into the well— this is where he stayed until the whole damn debacle was over:

“I should have taken the bag and ran,” he joked to himself.

The Tree of Life came into view—Klimt’s version I believe— and there was a realisation that it was too late to die young, because all the important ones had been told they were loved and they kindly reciprocated with both feelings and words

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