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May 2018
The room stayed silent
Not a sound, though it wasn't expected
Then again, none of it was
Autopsy showwd an infested brain
Filled with ants
Crawling and skittering away from the light that should have been shown to him in death
Suddenly they weren't there
They died with him
They were responsible, but only because someone put them there
The ants did the killing
But the people made the ants
Bunny
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Bunny  16/M/US
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