September 25, 2012

Yours sincerely, weird nun

The sun was unnaturally blood red.

"You see, politics has spoilt you," she said.
"I should've paid for my majesty," I gave a deep sigh. "So I've paid. No drugs, no cigarettes, no random affairs, well, some alcohol and some sleepless nights. And lot's, lot's of politics all over it."
"You've missed your chance to be original, sorry," she sneered and made haste to turn away.

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