The Complaint Department of the Afterlife

The Complaint Department of the Afterlife

Theresa died because she was in a hurry to save forty cents on a tin of cat food. She slipped on a patch of leaking milk near the checkout of a Billa in the 7th District. Her skull hit the tiled floor with a sound like a dropping melon.

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