Daily he primped and preened. ‘Taking care of number one,’ he said. Suddenly he felt a burning sensation and collapsed.
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Gasp did he DIE
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Yes?
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There’s no way to know with only twenty words but it would be a believable assumption
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With mine last week her parents divorced and she’s very emotional
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I can imagine that divorce would lead to that kind of reaction
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Yes; feeling alone sad mad but some joy and love
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I hope he was in a state of grace! o_o
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That’s the only way to get into Purgatory
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That surely caught my attention! I believe he wasn’t taking good care of ‘number one’. Brilliant writing, Larry!
Cheers To self love🥂🤗🙏💙
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Thanks. I’m happy you liked it
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Thanks for linking to my post~
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