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Another pair came in with a second stretcher and a white sheet. They loaded up Morphling's body and took him to the other ambulance.
Boogeyman watched as they did, his eyes lingering on the body longer than he thought it should. A sense of despair washing over him, for a reason he can't seem to figure out.
Jimmy hates Morphling. He tried to kill him and all his friends. But staring at his body gives him a feeling like a loved one has died. A distant feeling of connection, someone he knew but has never met. Whatever. It's probably nothing.