His LifeMTC Cronin
He was in possession of a functioning improvised device. His life. Brand new stock or slightly damaged it was his life. It was a coronary colour and certainly able to die of something. Most of the time he just let it whir along in the corner but if he thought about outcomes he would alternate the ending. Tomorrow it would be well lived. And the tomorrow after that it would have been worth living.
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