The crazy fucker pulled up his shirt, and span around, showing me his gaunt, pale frame, proving he had no wires, and repeated his question. I said no again, it wasn’t my thing, and to find somewhere else to go peddle his wears. That’s when he pulled out the bag.
The 50 Word Expanded version will be coming soon, so, while you wait, why not give it a go yourself?
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