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“No, no, no, Stanley,” the narrator purrs, amiable as usual, “you aren’t supposed to live here; you’re supposed to die!”
“Shhhh, Stanley, do you feel that? My fingers around your throat? Getting dizzy yet? Nothing to worry about, just the life leaving your body.”
“Just relax, Stanley, let it happen. Feel my weight on you, like a stone, sinking you to the bottom of the ocean. It’s where you belong.”
“Oh don’t make that face, Stanley, we both know you’ll be back when it’s done. Just enjoy it. Let me enjoy it… That’s right, still… Still… Gentle…”
“Goodbye, Stanley.”
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