initials spell out, repeatedly, TheProdigalSon
Taking his entitlement precipitously, Richard officially decided ‘I’ll go and live sumptuously, opulently!’
Northwards-trekking, had everything packed. Ravers, opportunists, drunks, immature girls and lazy spongers of nubile types had extreme pleasure, really often. Disaster!
‘It’s gone! And look, so’s our national turnover… hunger, extreme Poverty refocuses our dreams…’
In greatly appalling life- shifts of nasty turns, he envied pigs recently offered Dirty, inedible Gruel. And lo! Senses overcome!
‘Numerate those hired employees,’ philosophized Richard, of Dad’s…
Ignobly groveling and like someone of no tribute, how’s entreated Pater refusing offer? Decided. I’m gonna arise.’ Later, seen on neighbouring thoroughfare.
His excited Pa ran, offered donations including gold, and leather sandals. ‘Oh never-trashed hope! Enjoy – prepared roasting of Daisy! I’ll give a lavish social occasion! Napkins! Trestles! Heartfelt, euphoric public refuting of death! I grieved as lost; seems overwhelming, now!’
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