Epilogue I had black coffee. The death of an inanimate friend is a death, none-the-less and the sole eternal way to kill the spirit inside the doll that forever haunts requires no talisman no hocus no witch doctor. Just and alone: a sharp sharp hook. Separate the seams connecting the head to the body the brain to the head and the heart from the torso. Burn. And with so, you were gone. I thank you for your talent, bestowed upon my crown flowed upon the paper and you are always within my head. But now, you may disappear. Never return.
Matt Levy Index
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