Let’s give this a go!
My mission was to murder him. I spent a lot of time on the Atlantic beaches. I rented a speedy boat, and headed to the island’s coast where he was supposedly hiding. I maneuvered into a tight hidden cove and waited. My weapon of choice was an air space rifle. Waiting, I found, was quite boring and exhausting. I knew I had to find a way of drawing him out. . . .
You can now give this your own ending!! 😉😂😉
Oh the words that can bring a bizarre string of words together. 😉
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