Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Entry #69

*She sings a few bars before she speaks in a droning, sedate voice*

Don't bogart that spice, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't bogart that spice, my friend
Pass it over to me


   Well, sir, you've broken even at last. I said I wouldn't cry for you if you died, and damn it I'll make good. Send you off with a laugh, you poor lucky bastard, you've found your peace at last.

*Her laughter rings out, lingering in an echo before it finally fades away.*

*END*

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