Life, Thereafter
He went from, town to town selling the breeze of foreign lands. He said he had cure to every disease trapped in his transparent jars. Even death. He had brought many a corpses back to life. One day a child came up to him and said -
"I won't have a baby brother anymore. My mother had to abort. Father told he doesn't need another zombie in this house."
"I won't have a baby brother anymore. My mother had to abort. Father told he doesn't need another zombie in this house."
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