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touched something small and irregularly shaped. He managed to get his fingers around it.
It felt like a bundle of matches.
In a coffin? Did anyone think he’d smoke a quiet cigar to pass the time? After a certain amount of effort he managed to push one boot off with the other boot and ease it up until he could just grasp it. This gave him a rough Thursdays, 12 pm. 668 Elm Street
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The second match went out, taking the last of surface to strike the match on.Sulphurous light filled his tiny oblong world.There was a tiny scrap of cardboard pinned to the inside of the lid.He read it. He read it again. The match went out.He lit another one, just to check that what he had read really did exist.The message was still as strange, even third time round:Dead? Depressed?Feel like starting it all again?Then why not come along to the FRESH START CLUB
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