Written Notes

Even if my handwriting is crap.

Notes &

From the NaNovel

First sentence:

“The old dying man lay on a dirty old pellet in the middle of the large living room; his skin wrinkled and paper thin, his breaths coming out in shallow gasps, his lips cracked and bleeding, and his unseen bedsores were leaking putrid pus, the stench filling up the room like an unwanted guest.”

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