I snatched your body from the jaws of death when I exhumed you from the dirt. Your soul, though, I’m not so sure of.
You returned to consciousness screaming. “Let me go baaaaaack!”
Maybe I shouldn’t have resurrected you in the graveyard. “Shhh!”
Scrabbling across your own grave dirt, you crawled toward your open coffin, still half sunk into your grave.
I got there first and slapped the coffin lid shut. “Nope! You’ve still got that big report to finish before Monday. Come on!”
I hauled you crying back to the waiting carpool. The company already had your soul anyway.
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