[And Marisa headed right upstairs. She flopped down on her bed, curling herself into a ball, arms wrapped about her pillow. She was miserable. Things didn't make sense, her head was killing her and she couldn't get those images out of her mind. The dead bodies. The freaky bodies. The mayor...]
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[And Marisa headed right upstairs. She flopped down on her bed, curling herself into a ball, arms wrapped about her pillow. She was miserable. Things didn't make sense, her head was killing her and she couldn't get those images out of her mind. The dead bodies. The freaky bodies. The mayor...]