Here is my little story:
James felt his way to the back room of the funeral parlour. Although his handicap would prove difficult for most, his dedication to his calling helped him overcome the loss of his eyesight. He knew every inch of the place.
He was proud of his skills and content with his lot in life.
That was until today. As he bent over the coffin to prepare his client, a voice boomed, “What am I doing in here? I asked for rosewood not oak!”
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