A perfect line with the edge spread, so typographical the news being said, white paper, black print, headlines such as this must be worth a mint, tragedy strikes all the same, it wasn’t the print, but it was the name, my thought was ‘Someone has gone wrong in the head’ the day that I read “THE KING IS DEAD”
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