Briane Pagel
The Man Who Never Finished His Each day when he woke up he got. From there, he never knew what the day would. At times, over his toast and eggs, he’d sometimes feel so. But there were other. Still, those days were. Oftentimes, he would just. Or sometimes he might. He lived. It was difficult to tell, looking at him (or even when talking with him), if that ever. He never let. This didn’t keep people from trying to find out, of course, because that is how people are. But the man. Eventually, he. Many people who knew him were surprised at that, happening as it did, but those who were closest to him (“close” being a relative thing, here) said they’d figured it would happen sooner rather than later. In this, as with all other things, the man left them.
AFTER THE PAUSE VOLUME 2 ISSUE 1
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