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the promise

The promise A friend of mine died, and I had promised to  Take his ashes up to a  hill and strew them there Then make robust love to his wife His wife sat by his bedside and agreed We climbed the mountain and gave his ashes to the wind Then we had lunch at a fine café, talking  about what a great friend he was Driving to my house, we became a bit silent  In the house, we drank some more, and I knew that I could not get an ********, nevertheless  We tried to honor his wishes; we failed utterly She had stomach cramps, and I had no ******** We had both drunk a lot of wine for this  purpose fell asleep In the morning, we drank coffee, and I drove her to her house, and we are best friends forever I think his plan worked  

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