I stared at the grey sheets of The Necrotic Times then threw them down on the table.
“Thank you,” I said, and groaning, made to stand. It was a valiant effort, I feel, on my part, but I had forgotten that my flesh was somewhat fused to the chair. I always seem to forget that. Straining for a moment at the limits my dried skin would stretch, I finally fell back into my accustomed place.
“Sorry,” I panted, “I know decorum and all, but I think we’ll just have to make the exception. You see, I can’t actually get up.”
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