for what’s getting ready to happen.

Lifting the body isn’t too hard since she weighs around sixty pounds now. And my measurements were so accurate that the upper body slides through without even touching the sides. Then, once the waist is out, the wind does the rest.

The strong vacuum easily pulls her the rest of the way out. Everything is going perfectly until one shoelace catches a jagged edge of the peeled roof, then all that quiet, cautious work is rendered utterly useless as the withered body starts banging off the top of the bus like a damn bongo drum!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I scramble around the small room for several seconds with no actual goal in mind; just a wild panic and desire for the gut-churning noise to stop! The w...

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