50. Haunting My Own Flat I wasn’t naked. I had my shirt off.

“While it is of course your prerogative to remain in the property during viewings, your method of presence was… unconventional.”

I wasn't naked. I just had my top off.

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He Called Himself the Big Dog Little gravel paths and tiny stone benches. Pretty, for a field of rotted dead.

I wonder what they'll put on my tombstone.

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