Listen,” I said, cool as a 911 operator talking someone down from a ledge, “you’re dead. I’m sorry about that, but I am not going to let you possess me. So follow the light, or go to the other side, or hang around your own house and haunt your accounting ledgers or something. You do not get to stay in my head.
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I doubted vampire stuff would work on my disembodied father. He might have been a soulless bastard, but he was not an actual vampire.
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Since I didn't have a spork handy, I leaned over the sink and scooped up a palmful of cold water and pressed it against my face. There had to be a better option than a violent sporking. There had to be a way to get rid of my dad.
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The pink rose Zayvion had given me looked a little worse for the wear, but it wasn't dead yet. Tough flowers, roses.
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Hallelujah might be putting itself on the map, but that mark would be made in blood, as well as iron.
Devon MonkIs there an option C? Take a vacation somewhere sunny, and drink a lot of rum until the world unfucks itself?
Devon MonkHow many do you see?" Zayvion asked.
"What's more than a swarm?" Shame said.
"A mob?" Terric suggested.
"No, like if a girl mob met a boy mob and then they decided to repopulate the earth with billions of baby mobs, how many is that?"
"Too many." Zay said, "Are we talking thousands?"
There was a pause, then from Shame,"Yes." And that was in his serious voice.
Last time you walked into death, Jones was miserable to be around."
"I was in a coma." Zay said.
"Like I said no fun at all. I have pictures to prove it." Shame smiled and leaned back in the seat.
Rough night?" Zay asked.
"Oh, no. Glorious, thanks. Mum had me cross-checking data on solid Veiled all damn night.Fuckin' A, there better be a shot of whiskey at the end of this damn morning."
"Nola said she'd have fresh coffee," I said.
"Whiskey. I'll say it slow: whiiiskey.
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