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Fifteen eulogies scribbled inside a Hello Kitty notebook originally appeared in Carly St. George's

debut collection, You Fettus to the Roses, published by Robot Dinosaur Press in October 2020.

Carly St. George is a Shirley Jackson Award finalist from Northern California whose work has

been published in Nightmare, The Dark, The Year's Best Dark Fantasy and Horror, and multiple other

anthologies and magazines. Find her talking about television, tropes, fanfic, writing, and other

nerdy things on Twitter at mygeekblasphemy on mass.on at Carly St. George at Wandering.shop or her blog

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Right, we have a story for you, and we promise you, it's true.

Fifteen eulogies scribbled inside a Hello Kitty notebook by Carly St. George.

February, Liam, I didn't know him well, nobody did really, he was the new kid,

but he was funny and he was cute, and I probably would have said yes when he asked me out, except

that's when the gullateaters attacked, and he didn't know not to scream. Stuff like gullateaters

and werewolves and carnivorous pixies didn't happen at his old school, I guess.

Anyway, they ripped his throat out in seconds, pulled out as a soft gas, chewed, his body twitched

for a long time, arterial spray everywhere. It was a Tuesday, probably. I think about Liam often,

or at least whenever I study physics, the library couldn't replace my blood splattered textbook,

budget cuts, you know. February, Mr. Morales, listen, some teachers inspire you, lift you up,

others hold you back, think you're worthless, and then you've got teachers like Mr. Morales,

who never gave a shit what you did, so long as you were quiet about it, and put on movies like

it's a wonderful life when he didn't feel like teaching anymore. I liked him, or I understood him.

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