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“Where are going to put the body?” you ask.

 “Where all the dead go.”

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By the time the lights of the house were swallowed up by the darkness it was down-pouring. Your fingers threatened to slip from the handles multiple times. All your costumes hung heavily on your slick bodies.

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You’re all in a circle, standing five feet away from the body. It’s so strange how quickly a person can adapt. You don’t even see James laying there. It’s a corpse.

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Sandpixie

Alright,gang! Let's dump this body