There was a
crack on the front wall of the pigsty. Ugly worms squeezed out.
She smiled.
She
remembered how he kept talking about the past as if it will happen tomorrow.
Now he was
dead. She looked at his picture one more time, and deleted.
He will
wander for love, she swore.
In the
streets, he scoured the books until he found Ken Follet,'s Dangerous fortune.
The worms
kept squeezing out of the pigsty. She smiled again.
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