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I'd be the one who falls hopelessly in love with that cute, brooding, artsy zombie who kind of keeps to himself, writing in his journal and strumming his guitar. See him over there? By the trees? He's just so DREAMY. Is he looking? omg omg omg. I think he likes the look of me, too!
Despite Clod's admonitions that this zombie isn't the zombie I think he is, I sneak out of the compound one night to meet him.
I have a very small part. But as they say, no small parts only small actors.
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