“LOOK,” I said, cutting across yet another plea, “You’re dead. You need to accept that.”
“But -”
“No. Stop pretending to be alive. It’s stupid. It’s creepy. Now GO. THE. HELL. AWAY.”
She crossed her arms and stared at me.
“Never.”
I rolled my eyes. Women! Can’t live with ‘em, can’t escape even by killing ‘em...
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