Boarding on a
vessel,
ALW knows she's at the edge of her fictional death..."The plane, lets be
sain". Pop a
valium, down a rum, soon the fear will be gone.
ALW, wakes up and
theres still 5 hours to spare in the smelly
cylinder...what to consider?! Draw, or murder...finally paper and pens leads her neighbour to a better end.
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