Friday, May 09, 2014


Horrid Conclusion!


The shack in the rear of the dingy apartment house was vacant
and decrepit. A club of boys last used it ten years ago.

Macky met Clyde there, hissing “Benghazi!”

“It’s back then?” Clyde started striking his face with his fists.

“Yes, and I’m...getting your pants down now. I’m gonna f--!”


“Don’t struggle. Must be done. For the Party. And God! And Patriotism!”

“I wanna kill myself!”

“No shit? Changed my mind. Struggle!”

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Fn a dead horse? Even worse.
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