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It ain't all bad, being dead.
For one thing, no matter what Charles gets up to, his clothes always manage to stay nice and clean. His hair too. And he'll never have another spot or splinter or stomach flu. And the whole traveling by mirror thing is really fucking cool.
No more school. No more bullies. Nobody telling him what to do or say or wear or be—
Except maybe Edwin. But Edwin laughs at his jokes and smiles to see him and makes him feel welcome, each time like it's the very first.
Nope. It ain't bad at all.