The church cemetary, Monday night

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Buffy was out again, but this time she was feeling a little lazy. Which was why she was sitting in the graveyard with a notebook and pen. Conducting an interview for journalism.

"Okay, so, what's your name?" She looked at the tombstone.

"And when were you born?" She looked at the tombstone.

"And what did you die from?" She looked at the tombstone. And paused. "Freak rickshaw accident," she decided, writing that one down.

She probably wouldn't actually use this for class. Probably.


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