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they’d shift into small, furry canisters of pure rage that would happily rip the skin from your bones.
“She was praying.”
“I didn’t like the way she was looking at me,”
“I didn’t like the way she spoke to me.”
“I didn’t like the way she smelled,” said Aspen.
‘Well, the zombie apocalypse has officially started.’”
“I figured as much when I asked if you’d ever consider fucking a goat and you actually nodded.”
Because the parts of me she took with her when she died were all hers to take.”
Deep, deep, deep down.
“Why. Won’t. You. Die?”
“Thought about it,” he said. “That was as far as I got.”
“Die, Thing, die!”
“Depends what your personal definition of ‘rational’ is.”
