[Fiction Practice] The Poor Guy

“The poor guy.”
The park was lively, except for the grim area the two women were approaching. “Yeah, it’s still a shocker two months later. What a pillar to the community. It’s too bad they weren’t able to clean up all the blood. How long were they trying? At least a couple weeks?” They arrived at the tree. The nearby concrete was still stained with blood.
A sudden rattling.
“They can’t clean up my blood!”

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