Look at those dead little fingers scratching their way out of the dirt. Aren’t they just precious? Oh, and that blond curl, isn’t it so cute how she only has hair on the top middle part of her rotten little head? Just picture a couple of blue eyes in those worm-filled sockets… Up until yesterday, she still had eyes, and even though they were gray and white with rot, they still held the same memories of her time with Mom on the pageant circuit, flashing back over and over again through her little life — and even after that.
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Title by: Jack
Story by: Nick
Illustration by: William Burkert
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