There wasn’t much I didn’t know about dying, but stupidly I had attempted to prepare myself for the inevitable final curtain by enrolling on an evening class.
All you ever wanted to know about a magical transformation in five 2-hour classes.
What a difference an e makes. No mind-altering substances contributed to my error, just a lax attention to detail. Instead of learning the best slipknot for a noose, I have learnt how to tie-dye like a professional.
My shroud will be a bit retro, that’s if I stick to the plan. However, I have made new friends and life is tolerable once again.
Destiny has stepped in to postpone my demise. Who am I to question the vine’s in detention?
Predictive text can be life-altering.
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