I wrote imy story at Mel's after she'd cut my hair and was putting blonde highlights in my daughter's. Therefore I present this week's effort with their approval.
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Bernie
had put up a good fight, spending several of his own millions in search of a
donor, but now he was weary of the struggle.
Standing in the corner with folded arms was Bernie’s son, waiting
to inherit his fortune; beside Bernie sat his latest wife, young and healthy
Charlene.
Bernie gasped, and right on cue Charlene sobbed, “I love you,
Bernie – go into The Light.” Bernie’s bodyguard put an apparently comforting
hand on her neck.
The next day Charlene’s heart was beating in Bernie’s chest. When he’d married her she hadn’t known what a perfect match
they were.
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