O, Death: Part II

The previous Monday, 7:30 A.M. “It’s not that I’m not thankful,” Siobhan said with a yawn as she got out of her father’s SUV. “It’s just that I did specifically request a graveyard shift.” She was dressed in what she liked to consider her ‘nursing goth’ look. It wasn’t chromatically different from normal, it was […]

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