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                  there are times he can’t help but think of rotting body, planted six feet under, in a graveyard hundreds of smiles away. barbara’s right along beside it. a thought that makes skin crawl and throat dry, something that bothers him just as much as the hotel’s darkness.   “ we’re dead. dark, and depressing is part of the job description isn’t it ? ”   glass is raised to his lips, a sip taken. adam winces at the taste, the burn he feels all the way down his throat, to nonexistent stomach.

*flails*