Wait 'till I get my hands on you....

[cryptomayhem]

Head down, footsteps echoing. Brittle cold snapping at the face. Another echo (more footsteps?) behind. Turn your head. There's nothing there. An unmarked grave, a memory. It can't hurt you anymore. No one remembers

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[rebirth242]

Frightening as they may be, the dead are so honest in their intentions

Sometimes it's those deceitful living bastards that scare me the most

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What I do ain't murder, man, it's practically a public service.

Happy 'ween.