You Can't Kill What's Already Dead

e the thousand others I'd pulled for my demanding

dark

eving parents, and in a corner, Brittany and Marcus - s

mured, his lips brushing her ear, "It took his earning

k, my very essence, stolen and sold by the two people I trus

n my non-existent gut, leaving behind only

t upright in my own bed, alive, solid, on the very morning of

harp as ever, cut through the silence, but this time, I wasn't just hearing a naggi