Kenneth Foster to die Aug. 30, 2007.
is the story at the end of which no person save by the sword, and the dungeons are well kept.
The story does not tell the racism or the wrong side of the social barrier.
What is life without possible without ideas, without desires. What if chance becomes fate by the will of others, when no matter what he did or did not do because his life is not his.
That's life naked. Life itself. Kenneth Foster
may believe that his story will become an example. But beyond the symbols, and the struggles and progress, regardless of sensitivity experiments is there when you know the date and time of his death?
I die in a month.
I die in a fortnight.
I die in a week.
I die tomorrow.
I die in an hour.
I die in five minutes.
I die in thirty seconds.
I'm afraid, and I think Mr Foster also, but it's better than not it known.
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