I toss and turn in bed all night because it got late and I couldn't finish after dinner. The thought of just leaving it in the yard scratches the back of my mind like an unreachable itch. I start running through all the possibilities in my head. What if somebody sees it? What if an animal gets curious? Do I even have all the right tools for the job? The sun won't come up for at least a couple of hours, but that's it. I've had enough. So I pop out of bed, head outside, and finish burying the body.
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