Seemingly all is well and my cigarillo is lit, my window is spread wide open and the lights are flashing - blue and red and white and green. All i can do is wonder, contemplate my survival after slipping out the window. My answer is always the same - YES. Yes, I would survive. I have thus far. Now, although, I am blonde - a fair skinned toe head - and there is so much more to consider now that I'm blind….
"Blind!?" Excuse me…blonde. The smoke of my cigarette has carelessly wandered, I'm afraid, through the windows of my neighbors. They, rabid in their approach, have taken to throwing rocks…also pebbles, but mostly rocks. DUCK.
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WISH YOU HAD MORE TIME. DW "More to come, less to see. There's a chink in his armor - yes, a very large dent, indeed. In fact, the hole sits where his eye used to be. Credulously, he believed everything they told him - he'd be a hero. Now, he's just a man with a medal and one eye." 
RIP
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