'I told you he can’t be dead! I cannot believe I actually believed you for a second there!’ Bee rushed over to Marra and See, while I slowly came out from under the bench, unsure.
I looked the new Marra in his – its – eyes. ‘Who are you?’ I said.
A mixture of hurt and guilt snorkelled in his eyes. ‘I am your friend. Marra.’
‘I saw him die.’
'I'll explain everything, I promise.’
‘You better,' said I, and walked forth to examine this guy who was supposedly my friend.
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Sort of Dead
Humor**This book features short, fun, snappy chapters** **Perfectly fine as a standalone** [Caution: may pack a couple of gutpunches.] "First things first: this is the story of how I die. Over and over again." __________________________________ Marra is...
