Layer Cake of lamentations
It was a stark reminder that things do not always go according to plan.
In a hole, a very deep hole, the deepest hole, of the deepest holey holes, lived a hole, within that hole, lived a mole, in a hole that was deep, the mole, in the deep hole, the deepest hole, of the holey holes, named vole, never felt whole, all because of that time
There is no cake?
I had this sensation for a while. Since I left home this morning. I went to the groceries and kept realizing a nice but a little cold feeling. I am 88 years old now and I'm still in my right mind. But today...
Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.
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