Wordle #467

I wrote my name in the space, as he requested. The mortician said we could work on the rest later. Truth be told, this was easy for me. He wanted me to leave as I was messing with the flow of things. 

“Can I stay?”

“Okay,” he said hesitantly.

I’m betting his blood is thick like glue. I watch them holding his arm down low to insert the needle to bleed him. Next is the embalming fluid for sure. It will be cool to see that.

More interesting than when I pushed the knives into his guts and twisted forcefully?

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