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TWENTY

"You&039;ve got to thoroughly kill ot to be really dead," he continued, ignoring ht of about a hundred zo decapitation"

"Marc, I didn&039;t not bring you back to life just to kill you"

"Yeah, but we still don&039;t knoho did it, right? So we&039;re right back where we started"

"But you won&039;t be the Marc Thing now"

"Who says? Maybe sha around in your wake for a few hundred years will turneven worse"

I shuddered No chance

"Try, just this one time, Betsy, try to put yourself in someone else&039;s Marc Jacobses I killed myself to avoid the future So think what it must be like to find out I&039; psycho vampire!"

"But you aren&039;t Repulsive, I mean" He really wasn&039;t He didn&039;t rot or stink He didn&039;t lurch around the house after physical brains; he just wanted n of even the slightest decoes of decoross shock, I-I think it&039;s kind of cool that you&039;re back"

"You du a zoain" It hatback as a va a victim of a ten-car mash-up, or a date rapist

He raised his eyebrows "Wanna bet? See, that&039;s where you coh"

He began to pace "A va able to eat solid food looked like a downer, but on the other hand, I&039; a va"

"Really?" I said, pleased "Best friends? Aw, Marc, I love you, too"

"Will you focus, you undead bitch?" he cried

"Say it, don&039;t spray it," I estured to his ot to constantly find this interesting to keep my brain occupied"

"Just like you did in life It&039;s true!" I added as he opened hisexciteuy ants to be with a corpse, for God&039;s sake?"

Okay He hadmy expression "I can&039;t have a relationship and I can&039;t be a doctor So what&039;s left forcrazy? I don&039;t sleep, Betsy, have you noticed?"

"I&039;m sure I would have eventually"

"I don&039;t sleep, anduseless to you-and me-like this"

I couldn&039;t stand to hear hi "Marc, you have worth!" I thuainst his chest to make my point "You&039;re still a doctor, you&039;re just a dead doctor You can still-"

"Cut up dead cats?"

"Provide really, really advanced first aid Maybe you can&039;t do surgery or stuff like that, but you can still help people in troubleand I bet you could talk a lay co zoive a shit; I&039;e Roure this out Hoill you killout, okay? How do you not get that this is a gift?"

"A gift?" he yowled "Oh et any duet you what you want," I snapped

"Oh yeah?" Up went his dark brows again "It&039;s your fault there isn&039;t a single Christian Louboutin pump anywhere on the planet"

"That&039;sdon&039;t Don&039;t say that"

"This Christian guy was all you could babble about when you came back from hell, but he&039;s nowhere to be found because you fucked up the tih heels he thought up are gone and, worse, won&039;t ever be, and instead you&039;ve got a closet full of velvet clogs and it&039;s all your fault"

"You don&039;t say that ever!"

"And your hair," Zo red lowlights anyled "Things&039;re going dark! Maybe this&039;ll work Margle! Sqzz hrdr"

This This hathts And he&039;d had trouble getting laid before he died After a sweet ers, I let go

"Dammit! Look what you almost made me do That was just plain stupid"

"I know Ihis throat "You could have crushedNo, decapitation is the way to go"

"Don&039;t teaseyour trachea," I muttered

"Ah, decapitation," a most unwelco indolently on the two-seat sofa in a navy blue Donna Karan suit, sheer black hose, and breathtaking peau de soie black fuck-reat," was all I could come up with

TWENTY-ONE

"So it&039;s true" The devil, who looked like Lena Olin-she had the cougar thing down-looked irked "You&039;re supposed to be somewhere else, boy," she told Marc "You are not supposed to be here, in the state you are in, right now It&039;s all wrong" She shook her head "I ht have known you&039;d screw it up"

"Ha ha, Lena Olin, shohat you know I didn&039;t have anything to do with that" I pointed trius and admired the toes of her beautiful shoes Then she looked at Marc "What do you have to say for yourself, boy?"

"That I really want soot a minute"

"I can&039;t touch you, and you damned well know it," Satan snapped "You&039;re hers now, and I can&039;t-wait Ahhhyou don&039;t know that yet None of you nitwits know that yet" She sighed, aggrieved "Ask me how much I loathe time travel"