Any posts made before this one is from the muse that the journal was previously used for, but she has since died and gone to Muse Heaven -- or Hell, depending how you look at her. Hopefully this one will be a little more vocal.
[Follows THIS and THIS. thewallacetwins and shrpcryinthedrk used with permission. Amy = firesfallnangel.]The stench of death was already hanging in the apartment. It was enough to make her wrinkle her nose as she walked into the house, but not enough to draw any attention to the neighbors outside. She came through the door, smoothing down her skirt and hoping that the stench of death wasn
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