Spurious spirit was rushing out of the vine tumbler and monsieur parkinson was still flooding with tears ,of having lost his blessed marriage of 10 years. The writer arrived and handed him the bill of 50 k. Parkinson was shuddering with thoughts of taking care of his children single handedly. The manager noticed that the Bill was due and the customer was weeping. He arrived by the side of the lost soul and passed a napkin to wipe parkinson's tears. The customer stood up and took out his revolver and shot himself.....
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