“Hopewell?” Dan said as they passed the ivy-covered stone post on the road to the hospice. “I see no hope and nothing well about any of this.”
“Don’t worry, son,” Alex said. “My time is just about up and I hear the drugs they give at this place will make my passing quite pleasant.
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Written for the Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman.
This, That, and the Other 
Stoned…?
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Hmm! 🤔
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Might as well go out feeling good, is what I say. At least if you have the forewarning to prepare for launch. Good story. 🙂
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Good story poingnant twist 💜
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Thanks Willow.
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Pleasure
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