Whiskey-shooting away professional tormenting failure, The Plaintiff, slipped fumbling sideways off a sky-high cliff. Your Honor, his fractured ego denied having been pushed! As if privacy exists in our defamatory deepfake world. Consequently, it took many arduous years of gradual rehabilitation before self-loathing dried and creative fire reemerged furiously brighter than The Defendants’ life-threatening malice.
*Fiction in 55 words = #flash55
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