Anonymous Death Report

Grace was a girl I met in high school.
Long blonde hair and beady green eyes.
A somewhat enviable chest, if I were a girl i'd probably go about pointing that out.
Very correct, thats how I would describe her.
We maintained our friendship right up until this moment, I don't consider friendships with the dead. Nothing against them I just don't want them around me, might make life more uncomfortable than it already is that way.
Grace died of a cocaine overdose, the ambulance driver (his name was Adam in case you might be wondering) found her on a pile of empty beer and whisky bottles bleeding out the nose, by then Grace was bloating. Adam said the stench was so foul that he began to vomit, without realizing it he vomited on graces chest, it's quite rude I assume but considering i'm not Grace I can't answer for her now can I?
Upon autopsy (most annoying moment considering her mom kept crying through the whole damn thing) they found that due to her being shoeless during the time of death some rats managed to fancy her toes, which could be considered disgusting but that sounds like paradise if comparing to when they told us that due to the fact that she had no underwear some fruit flies decided to make a nest by her genitals (which by then were foul considering she had been left in this basement for over a week).
Pardon my giving details but I am a very detailed person when it comes to death, personally I care so little for the process that it's like explaining the weather really. You see, Grace wasn't always into parties and drugs. When I met her she was rather shy actually, didn't talk to many people. Her story is rather cliché, i'd rather not bore you with the details. If you want to know her life watch some typical Hollywood High School teen flick from the 90s.

Anonymous Love Letter #2

Babe you know all i do is for this moment.
Pair of Nike shoes, Levi jeans, and a Versace coat.
Honey i'm telling you i'll never be about the money.
Keep on being independent and fine about myself. That's all we need.
I spent last months rent on sunglasses and I think we should move in somewhere together.
Still got the memories of teenage back when we used to take car rides to the beach and i'd tell you about how i'd always be the same and my politics wouldn't change.
Well I'm still that way, just a change of scenery and suit.
Still 'member your fishnets and our long nights, tons of cigarettes and alcohol.
Frightfully we watched movies about drug addicts and envied their courage when they snorted lines.
When we got back to being in our own heads we walked out the door and dined at McDonalds.
The boys called me out, said i was forgetting tonights gig.
The kids in the place were draped in flashy hipster swagger, from the messy hair on their heads to the Adidas on their feet.
I still say I can't face them because you aren't around.
And I still say i can't sleep comfortably at night without you around.
So there it is.

Yours,
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