Cronjé Chronicles

Expect No Dress Rehearsals

What have I become?

My guilt sticks to me like a piece of gum sticks to my shoe on a hot day. Perhaps there is a judgment waiting, a Hague-For-Books with my name on its wanted list.  Will they extradite me, a grizzled and shrivelled little shadow of my former self, perhaps from some tropical island?

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