dedalus Posted May 29, 2015 Share Posted May 29, 2015 He sits in a pool of lamplight by the doorwith telephone gripped between hand and knee,waiting for the damned thing to ring.On a table at his other sidelies the crumpled telegram:"It is with deep regret I write to inform you ...." Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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