Same again pal.
Here you go.
Cheers. And again.
No worries.
Make the next one a double.
She gone again?
Aye. Gone for good.
Aye.
double
“Double, double, you stole my face….”
Henry Brodie looked out at the audience as he sang and saw his dark reflection in their adoring eyes.
Later, one person screamed, high-pitched, as he stepped off the roof of the multi-storey car park. Nobody saw him land. They identified the body as his twin’s.
simonsalento 