The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
The city became the property of his estate, which had detailed instructions for all his assets to be kept in a trust until his son Michael, was fifty-six. Further to that clause, he also had additional steps to be followed if Michael passed away before he reached the required age.
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