Krystle Vermes

Number 144

”I don’t know what to tell you,” he said. “But you’re dead. As dead as a doornail.”
She looked around the room, her eyes squinting at the yellow paint that adorned the walls.
“I just didn’t think heaven would look like this,” she said…

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