I once read a book about death.
Supposedly when you die your body bloats because of all the gas left in your body.
The thought of the skinny becoming fat at one point makes me ecstatic.
Then all the fat people become bones.
Why can't I be dead.
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The Story Of Sixteen Cranes
OverigThis is a story about a boy. A world with only a boy. Only one name. One character but no protagonist. This is a story about two boys. A world with billions of people. Only two names, but it ends at sixteen cranes.
