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to the back. He rattles on and on about
funeral plans and caskets. I don't really
pay attention. He stops in front of a
curtain and draws it back, exposing
Billy, a white sheet covering her body
from foot to neck. She looks peaceful like
this. Harmless. I slowly draw closer.
"You take all the time you need," the old
man says. He closes the curtain and
leaves me and Billy's corpse.
