The Dying Game

mikey. poor little cat. why did he have to screw around down by the railway line? he was a fool. a fool but a kind fool - there was no harm in the lad.

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Cheating Death

It read, "hey mikey!! it's me death ;3 surprised ya didn't i. well, guess what, i got a cell phone too! yippee!! this is so cool we can totally text each other now, isn't that awesome?

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Seasons Of Change

Come play with us, mikey. come plaaaaaaay with usssss..." phil's face distorts, the jaws pushing forward, fangs sprouting almost at random. they snap shut on mike's knife, cutting through the metal like paper.

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Ghosts

._ "i think she likes it, mikey," deanne giggled. "i didn't take you for the wine type. doesn't this kill brain cells or something?" deanne shrugged. "probably. but after what i put up with all day, i need a vice of some kind or i'll go nuts."

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