The sun shining through the canopy and the yard floods me a gentle warmth and caring. Accompanied by Miss A and a handful of colleagues I have to pay a final tribute to JP whose coffin throne on the altar of the chapel.
JP, to be faced with exemplary courage, finally bent knees before His Majesty the King Crabs, winner of a battle won in advance.
fucking crustacean.
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