The Love of my Afterlife Fiction Through a series of interviews

Through a series of interviews with a local writer

blur the line between hate and love

And who doesn’t hate mortals more than Dane Dalton

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The Love of my Afterlife Fiction Through a series of interviewsIf she wasnt dead already, Delphie would be dying of embarrassment. Not only did she just die by choking on a microwaveable burger, but now shes standing in her shine like a star nightie in front of the hottest man shes ever seen. And hes smiling at her. As they start to chat, everything else becomes background noise. That is until someone comes running out of a door, yelling something about a huge mistake, and sends the dreamy stranger back down to