Bad Meat
One last story from Betsy… for now. :)
Will discovered the badly decomposed body in the apartment next door.
Later, fumes snaked through Will’s vents and said:
I be Bad Meat.
Call me Bad.
I live wif you now.
Dat my chair.
Will was not pleased. Roommates can be difficult.
But now they get along swimmingly. They watch TV together. They like “Jeopardy”.
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