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His Life

MTC 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.

MTC Cronin

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