Sad Six Words Stories
Born a twin; Graduated only child.
“Wrong number,” says a familiar voice.
Sorry soldier, shoes sold in pairs.
T.H.C., L.S.D., D.U.I., C.P.R., D.O.A., R.I.P
Voyager still transmitted, but Earth didn’t.
The smallest coffins are the heaviest.
Goodbye, mission control. Thanks for trying.
He bottle-feeds his wife’s killer.
They died with their boots on.
Tags: Im gonna pop som
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