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You pull open the door, there is only blackness beyond and as you sigh, pushing it close, a hand reach out. It's covered in boils, skin shriveled up as if it was underwater for far too long, it grabs you by the shirt and pulls you into the wet blackness...

 

Dear, Chuck…. You have drowned, sincerely, me.

 

 

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