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There’s a safe!” Gary said, sticking his head back out. “Great, maybe we’ll see who he willed his gold watch to,” I said, looking at the zombie’s feet, which were still twitching. It was creeping the hell out of me, but at least she wasn’t telling me she wanted some Dr. Scholl’s or something. “Gun safe, Mike.” Gary said as if I were Gary Busey. Does that need any further explanation? “I
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