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Lennon: I hadn't slept for days and didn't realize how exhausting being dead is. I stomped from the kitchen, holding the prom dress that I had been so in love with. Death… or I mean… Knox was waiting in the living room with a bag for it, and I happily shoved that piece of that night into that bag. I never want to see it again. "Thanks… for the clothes… and the shower…" my red curls were dripping around my shoulders, and I was chilly, but my stomach felt full, and everything else that was f****d up right now seemed a bit lighter on my shoulders than before. "Sure. You're welcome… Do you like coffee? I could make some once I get this in the trash." My mouth watered hearing coffee. "I'm pretty sure you just said my favorite word." I smiled, wrapping my arms around myself. "Trash?" He c**