He drew hypodermics, one after another. His pen pressed harder and harder as he colored in the embalming fluid inside, as he perfected the trajectory of the three drops squirting out.
Lonely, I thought, on Earth as it is in heaven.
- THE LOVELY BONES BY ALICE SEBOLD
Lonely, I thought, on Earth as it is in heaven.
- THE LOVELY BONES BY ALICE SEBOLD
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