Having parched his throat from walking under the Sun of life, the only drink he could get was the Torment shake – choicest of fruits from an orchard of angst, blended with repugnance, flavoured with a pinch of guilt, garnished with some anxiety and served in a glass of detest.
Drink it or don’t- kills you both ways. Whoops! Perplexing!
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