The Hack’s Progress

Anyway, what’s with the boy’s own paper stuff?

Wipe your arse and be done with it.

Isn’t it enough to know the danger of death?

There’s too much publicity.

The opening’s closer. It should alert us.

Instead we drown in depressants.

I don’t know about you.

I’m having a molotov cocktail.

There’ll be no one serving at my function.[]

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