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May 11 · 49
THE DIPLOMAT
dlp May 11
The thick chair cups the fat * of the pencil cop.
Meeting  adjourned and he's once again Lincoln Continental safe, speeding home.
"Darling will you rub my legs?' he begs
as his pink lips abandon the spittle of his helplessness.

Fat turns to wax.

He slides between the sheets of their king-sized double crypt.
Only to find the mannequin gone.

— The End —