The Hemingway Method

 Is

Simple

Yet effective,

Much like his

Prose. The

Barrel in

Your

Mouth

And the

Big

Toe

On

The

Trigger.

Then, a

Coppery

Aftertaste

Filling you

Up

Completely.

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