I’m On My Deathbed So I’m Coming Clean: Here’s The Gruesome Truth About What Happened To My First Wife

“One, please,” I said, putting my money on the counter. Without breaking eye contact with his comic he took the coins and slid a ticket towards me. He licked his callous and turned another page.

I began to go inside, then paused. The day had grown almost eerily quiet. The boardwalk had emptied out and I couldn’t see anyone else frequenting any of the other smaller freak show trailers.

“Slow day?” I asked, and he shrugged.


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