They wheeled the body in through the front doors, on a gurney, and I was convinced that my attraction to the expired waitress was less physical than it was psychological, and I followed the body past the receptionist’s desk, a girl with large eyes who stared at me as if I’d somehow just hurt her feelings, which was a strange thing of her to do because I know that I didn’t. I just … couldn’t stop following the waitress’ body, as in her life I had experienced such a terrible time not following her around then too.
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