No, neighbor, I don't like chocolate cake. No, neighbor, I won't be okay. No, neighbor, I won't come to you if I'm having trouble grieving. Get in line for the half-hearted apologies, it goes past the post office and loops around the McDonald's. Don't you get it? This is why you always talked to people. I suck at it. You're stupid for being dead. How dare you make me deal with people alone?
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40 Ways to Say I Love You
Short Story40 Ways To Say I Love You 17. "Eat Something" It's sweet that they care. You used to care too. And now you're dead.
