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Morty dressed in Evil Morty's clothes. His shirt. His shoes. His lab coat. Even his eyepatch. He constantly buried his nose in the fabric, inhaling the lingering scent left on the clothes and the bedsheets they once shared. It still smelled like the boy he was so deeply tied to.
Could the dead know how much he desperately craved his other half?
