Conversations With The Man Who Murdered Me

That’s the deepest hole you can dig?

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Look at you, smelling of days-old tobacco, bad haircuts, and a lifetime of regret. Look at me — the hands and feet you snatched and stuffed into Ikea bags. You were surprised how much weight those bags could carry. Don’t you know I can’t swim without my arms and legs? All I can do is dig…



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Felicia C. Sullivan

Felicia C. Sullivan


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