When he reached the body, a sudden urge of nausea came rushing upwards his stomach. He bent down on his knees and hands, glaring down at the face that he decapitated, then let all of his nausea flow in a form of a waterfall right on it. He hadn’t wanted to disgrace his poor friend like that, but he couldn’t help it. His emotionless face was so disgustingly fat and ugly. For years he had looked up to Chris as an older brother, but now all he see is a fat useless man who could have done more with his life then eat hamburgers all day.
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