[“burning moon” – Pablo Neruda]
“I shall destroy the moon!” raved the rich old man, again and again.
“There, there,” his nephew said, again and again, wishing the old man would just die and let him have that promised inheritance, never have to think of the moon and its fate, not ever again.
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