The Finishing Touches

“And It is done.” I put the last nail into my proverbial coffin and back away to review what has been done.

I can’t see outside.

“Perfect” I say with a grin. There is nothing in this world like doing what you have set your heart on doing.

“I am alone.” The grin is so wide my face hurts. “Alone.” I repeat to myself. Fine and dandy, without anyone else. “I don’t need them. I don’t need them.”

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