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By the tih the funeral parlor's back entrance, the coroner had already removed the body "Thank God for small favors At least we don't have to work around him," Shannie whispered as we stared at the complex web of blood and brains splattered across the white washed walls "Jason Pollock would be proud," Shannie muttered

"Fuck, the walls needs to be repainted"

"Tell athered the necessary cleaning supplies as Shannie drug a chair to the center of the roo the smoke detector," Shannie answered I watched her sweatshirt rise above her jeans revealing a thin swath of sto to need a soing to smell the smoke"

"Dumb ass, they're smokers," she said

"Steve ain't," I co, fresh air breaks, and the lengthy drags on our cigarettes, it took us hours to finish the job Between the two of us, we killed a pack of cigarettes "I' the last bucket down the toilet

"Why's that?" I asked "They can hear the hopper"

"He fucked with us while he was alive and now that he's dead, he's still at it," I told Shannie during his funeral The day was raw and overcast, exhaust from the procession spiraled skyward "I can't sleep, Every tiodda to the wall like some kind of, of," I sta there, tauntingto get even - I'hed

"I'm serious!

"Just James, What you don't do is more powerful than what you do"

"What's that supposed toGrasshopper, the absence of the positive outweighs the negative"

"Huh?"

"You don't see rave The absence of positive deeds outweighs coative ones"

"You haven't whipped one up since Count" The procession turned into the Ce "Would you have made one for me? You know, if I, if I would have died?" I stammered as Shannie parked