I’m sorry to inform you, BLANK, that Red is dead. Blonde is where it’s at. Or is it Blue these days? Hard to tell — Blue from Black I mean. Because it’s definitely Blue. Unless it’s Red. Is she dead? Better check. Raise the body!
Ahh, *White*. Should’ve guessed.
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Red was very much alive and took White’s place over at the next plot in the graveyard that might stand in for this here photo-novel (29). She saw and felt things she didn’t like…
…. made her quiver and quake in her shoes…
… then got use to them…
… after the shock wore off.
She made peace with the grave.
She can go home again.
Sunklands 