Vegetable broth is my new best friend.
I have a terrible disease. There will be no stories today, and possibly none tomorrow, either. If I die, there will be no stories for ever. The Abigail will let you know if that happens.
I love you all.
It is unlikely that I will die. I will simply drown my troubles in broth until my invaders are conquered.
1 comment:
hopefully you can write a better ending for this one. perhaps the Abigail can smash all the space invaders w/a hammer. feel better.
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