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Bill the Zombie innocently stupid with his arm in hand minding his own business. He was thinking about how he wanted to quit his job. He hated the office. It was no place for any zombie.
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He decided he would quit tomorrow. It was what he was going to do. He would march up to Bob the Boss and tell him. "I'm quitting." Bob the Boss wouldn't mind too much he hated zombies anyway.
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But Bill knew he'd never quit. He was such a coward like that. He'd keep working till his body would no longer pull itself out of the coffin every morning. He had to put brains on the table.
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