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Friday, March 15, 2013

By any other name

Mental Health
A twig snapped behind him, and he heard a sudden short breath. Shovel in hand, Mitch swung around in a tight circle, only to find that the grave he had been robbing had just been counter-robbed. The other thief was nothing more than a rustling in the bushes.
It wasn't the end of the world. There were always more graves.

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