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He walked down the line paying his respects.

  • He walked down the line paying his respects. A somber faced line. Wet Red eyes. He leaned in and hugged her, he said, "Sorry for your loss," and he pickpocketed her

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  • taser. Her tears were a lie. She'd killed Sean, and now she stood here at his wake. I would make her pay for this, and 100,000 volts would be just the start. Sean had been

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  • the love of my life for twelve years now, and he deserved better than laying in a pool of his own electrocuted spittle. Wrenching open the power converter, I took one last look

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  • -- and I wanted to look upon him as I pleased for the rest of my days. Detaching his head with my utility knife, I left with the clothes on my back -- and his head in a brown bag.

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  • Uncle Tim had been a taxidermist for most of this life. I had spent many long summers extracting blood from deer and stuffing carcasses with sawdust. Finding glass eyes to match,

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  • I followed Uncle Tim's will. I mounted him in a life-like pose of the common fly-fisher. He always loved his time outdoors. The ears were a bit difficult with the extra batting in

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  • Tim's skull protruding slightly. "Dammit," I said under my breath. "I'm gonna ask for my money back from that taxidermist." Still, Tim looked almost as I remembered him.

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  • He had said that he wanted his body to be donated to science; I had decided that taxidermy was a science. Now I could stare at Tim's blond locks without it being awkward. Perfect!

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  • However, I grew discontent with his invariant hairstyle and decided to use cutting-edge cloning technology and microbiology to implant living hair follicles. Now I could style him

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  • into a woman, the prettiest woman in the world. And then Ya Boy walked in the room and started singing, "First we fuck bitches, then we get money"

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