He was dying, and he had no family. He told that to the girl. She was young, unmarried, and by profession, a cashier.
‘I’ll give you all my wealth if you agree to marry me and bear my child,’ he said.
She looked at her toes. They were dainty.
I write as a way of life: books, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. I'm probably dying, but then so are you, so shouldn't we make the most of our time? Reach out to me and let's make friends.
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