what's this?? an updating rampage??
The Morgue is quiet at this hour. But it is still home to a lost spirit, such as myself. I find the mortician in the basement. Sitting on a chair beside her latest customer. As they rest in the casket I stand beside her, with my hand on her shoulder.
We stay that way all night.
Staring down at my body.
im sorry i suck lol
-panda
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