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"Wait! So you're saying, you brought me here, gave me great advice talks, yelled at me like a parent would and now you're gonna give me to a woman who has "Bloody" in her name?! Are you freakin' insane!?!" I shout. Smiling all along.

It's kind'a funny. I'm about to get picked by a dead girl(probably dead) for her to live in. What has my life turned into and why?

"Don't you dare talk about her that way! She's lovely! And it's not her fault!"

"What's not her fault?"

"That...that she loves me and wants to be with me like a real human being!"

"Oh darling! She is SO using you." No need to hold it back anymore. I'll be dead any second. It'd be good for me to satisfy my sarcasm, ego, weirdness and mischief. Not that anyone cares.

"Shut up, girl! Get in!" He shouts.

I sigh and I don't even bother asking where. I just walk into the mirror.

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