Three, the stairs were oddly made, as if whatever they'd originally been made for hadn't walked on two legs, or at least hadn't been the size of a human being. I am not a specialist in murder, Bert, not unless there are monsters involved. Jean-Claude had also found underwear, again it was thong, but it was actually comfortable, because it was made of soft T-shirt material, even the bit that went between your cheeks. The zombie bit hard enough that I screamed, and Richard was suddenly gone.
Just once I'd like to see the men have to hold flowers and the women fork over the jewelry. I was left alone with my friend and her friend. I looked down at Jonah again. Come into the office, Jean-Claude, and lock the door.
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