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Rick shook his head and put a red X on the calendar. There was a little old cemetery in the industrial park in a sliver of grass between two factories, one of which Rick worked in.
He was sure he'd seen shaggy grass swaying in the summer's breeze beneath bright moonlight when he'd stepped out for a smoke earlier...
But now the sun was rising and the grass was freshly mowed, right on schedule.
Rick liked his job in the factory. And so he put a red X on the calendar every week and didn't think too hard about it.
It was better not to know.
