51 Stories in 51 Weeks: Week Nine
Bouquets are forever
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Sam fluffs the intestinal bouquet; moves the vase approximately 3 centimeters to the left, then back, then 3 centimeters to the right. She notices a trail of liquid beading on the table. He screams. She places her hand across his mouth and slices into another layer.
The ritual will be perfect.
(Fuck fascists and Nazis!)
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