Marc Sherry

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The victim’s feet were at about the altitude of her face and she forced herself to look at them, expecting the worst, but they hadn’t been nailed, they were just dangling. The men slammed a ladder against the vertical and then raised it up from beneath until the victim could get his feet on it. He then stood up and took a deep breath and let out a great sigh of relief. “Initiate Nail Removal Immediately,” he said. “Sorry. Old joke.”
Fall; or, Dodge in Hell
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