The Dark Side of Dallas
“I got your messages…this morning. I’d gotten a call from the hospital yesterday letting me know that you had passed away. I was devastated. Checking my phone wasn’t the first thing on my mind. How are you here right now? You were dead… they said you were dead. Murdered. But you’re not. You’re not murdered, are you? Wait, does this mean you’re a zombie? My brains are off limits, you don’t want them.”
“No Mads, I’m not a zombie. I’m fairly certain that I am not dead. I might look it though. I haven’t even checked myself in the mirror yet.” As I said that, I started walking over towards the mirror in my hallway. Oh. My. God. I looked like I was wearing clown makeup, my skin was so pale. I h
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