It’s just hard to keep things from her. ‘Me, I have a name. My death, probably. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. I bring you tidings of an old friend. .
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