Ok, ummm, so here’s the speech. The zombie thing is a bitch. Your world shrivels down to a dot. You know this, and all you think about is how to get next meal and keeping your secret. And… no one can really know you… Now… kissing, touching, sex, love, yelling at someone for stealing the blankets. Out of questions, forever. But then one day I see this… beautiful woman… She’s the only thing in color… Odd because she’s so pale. And then suddenly there’s hope again…
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