The corpse had to be of sound mind to sign a legally binding signature. The heat was like a weight across my shoulders, but without humidity it just wasn't as bad. Her face was small and triangular and as pale and perfect as God had intended it to be. Yeah, I'm sure.
No, she said. I stared at his cast stained a dirty brown. You can smell that I'm not lying. Something slammed into me, not physically, but as if a psychic truck had run me down.
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