With Her Gone
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Another can of Heinz and another morning after a night with her not around. With no food left in the fridge he'd been forced to start working through his nuclear war stockpile.
He'd tossed & turned with terrible visions of claws entering limbs, figures being flung across rooms like rag-dolls.
He'd work through all the Game of the Years until he hit 2009. Now he was on his 4th completion this week. He usually felt better, at times like these, by about half way through the 1st. But then, it had never been this bad before.
Another can of Heinz and another morning after a night with her not around. With no food left in the fridge he'd been forced to start working through his nuclear war stockpile.
He'd tossed & turned with terrible visions of claws entering limbs, figures being flung across rooms like rag-dolls.
He'd work through all the Game of the Years until he hit 2009. Now he was on his 4th completion this week. He usually felt better, at times like these, by about half way through the 1st. But then, it had never been this bad before.
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