“The worst part of digging a grave,” he chided as I tossed the final shovel-full of dirt onto the pile, “is knowing that it’s yours.” He laughed at his joke, put the barrel against the back of my head, and pulled the trigger.
“The worst part of digging a grave,” he chided as I tossed the final shovel-full of dirt onto the pile, “is knowing that it’s yours.” He laughed at his joke, put the barrel against the back of my head, and pulled the trigger.