"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. So this is what it feels like. huh! "
In front of me was a cup filled with brown liquid.
"Well here goes nothing. "
After taking a sip of that liquid I started to frown
"So bitter. I never expected real coffee is so bitter. Well I wish I could have asked for a plate of real meat."
"haha, tough luck brat, well to secure a plate of meat it will take us around three days and your execution is tonight."
In front of me was an old police inspector looking at me and smiling.
"Shit! Can't argue with that I wish I could have asked for the latter".
After drinking the cup of coffee I followed the inspector and went to a certain hall. In that hall was a guillotine, in other words my death. Climbing the stairs I rested my head on the wooden frame.
"Mr. Leonard any last words."
"Yeah, the coffee was bitter I wish I could have asked for meat. "
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In a flash the blade of the guillotine fell on my head and I died. That was he end of my story.
THE END?