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for months, the kind son looked over her living corpse to prolong her breath but tonight he stepped outside to waste his with cigarettes
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
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for months, the kind son looked over her living corpse to prolong her breath but tonight he stepped outside to waste his with cigarettes
The ironies of life and death; of love and despair
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
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