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"Oh my god...he's dead." The clerk looks like a mummy; what's left of his eyes are mercifully hidden behind dark shades. Jasper touches the man's shoulder, hesitantly, and both jump back when the decomposed flesh under the man's shirt crumbles at the light touch. "Jesus...has he been sitting there for all of this time?" asks Jasper. "Maybe he was dead last time we were here." Sara gently grasps the faded paper of the clerk's Hustler and removes it from the clerk's disintegrating hands. The rest of the body slumps and falls from the chair. It hits the floor and falls apart. Sara looks at the date on the faded, dusty cover of the magazine--February 2000. She feels a queer sense of nostalgia.
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