“Why do I have to do everything myself?” asked the last man on Earth.
Together they sang a song unlike any song they had ever sung before, nor would ever sing again.
The tactless preacher ended the eulogy, “He was crushed by his own hubris . . . also a steamroller.”
John’s malaise was thick and profuse like mayonnaise spread opulently over a ham sandwich.
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