Joe week 26 100wcπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œ

Tuesday man do I hate Tuesdays . The day I died of course. I was walking happily to my beautiful little cottage in Glasgow . People were being cruel to me. All of a sudden they turned round the corner ,fear struck me as bullets thudded into my body and I plummeted to the ground like an anchor . One little fall out led to unthinkable  punishments. Steve band was no more. Bang bang boom the sound of the gun went that late afternoon . Dragging me like a rag doll into a ditch in the ground were no one could see me ever again.

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