Last words

I tell X I won’t bother to prepare, I won’t even bring a suitcase. I’ll do as the English do, I won’t bother taking a shower, I’ll just leave and take it as it comes. I’ll walk straight into the icy water or the desert, or whatever it is he has in store for me. Do your worst, I say, I’ll laugh at you. I forgot to think of pithy last words, I say, but it doesn’t matter, it’s too late for last words, it’s always too late. I’ll walk across the ice like a brave Eskimo grandmother, I’ll shuffle into the desert and die of dehydration, I don’t care. Don’t try to stop me, I say. This is the end, I say, the ultima thule, the desert suicide. That it should come to this! I say.

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