Wat, It's Getting the Queer End of the Stick.

Wat had lived until he was two days shy of 90. He had been some and 50 years dying. The tread of his dependable step the family listened for always. This was increasingly a burden to him. It could be one of forty two things that's wrong with me, frank watt half whispered to a pint of smithik. And of course, it could be just the fear. Alice neelan said every night, half cane, seven on the one walk i can feckan muster the bastard. Ege dog. Next time i'll open the ignorant face on him.