My fear

~All of the old stores are empty now, musty and unused to windows. Locked in a tin room, I hear the circular saw start up, then the screams as they lop off the hands of thieves. Tonight, I will get my pan full of cricket meal. Tomorrow, in chapter and verse, my sentencing.~

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