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Orange Pajamas

When I think reaper, I think black robes a hood and scythe.  I don’t think Snoopy slippers, orange pajamas and bunny ears.  There should be a stench of decay, a chilling touch and soul shaking voice. Harvey smells like ivory soap and grape candy, his skin is baby soft and he has something akin to puppy breath.

The scariest thing about Harvey is his ability to eat two mixing bowls full of Fruit Loops in one sitting.  Yet his job is to process the dead to move onto their next destination. Clearly this is God’s sense of humor shining through.

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Title by: Jester
Story by: Aden Penn

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