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The youngest of the morbid merchandisers is usually in the
rear of the pack. Probably about 25... 26. Pretty big guy... in a sickly,
unsettling way. |
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It's like... well, everyone's seen a 500 lb. person before
- on tv I mean, because that person is so big that he can't do anything
but lie in bed 24 hours... well this guy's nowhere near that big. |
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He just gives me that kind of feeling. The feeling of looking at someone
wo can't, and hasn't, and has no hope of ever moving, |
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The first time they made it into my building, I actually almost didn't
see him skulking behing the others... Staring blankly at something... Something
that only he could see. |
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I'm not sure that I'd want to see it either because every
once in a while he'd give a twitch, twitch-wince, twitch-wince-shudder. |
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Well, he's the one who handles the merchandise. Grabs the
tail and pulls them along (or if it's a tailless one, he grabs it by a leg
and drags it). |
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