Madness string 953

Random mermaid
This was ridiculous. The last thing he needed now was to be killed. It would require all sorts of explanations. They didn't hand out new bodies just like that; they always wanted to know what you'd done with the old one. It was like trying to get a new pen from a particularly bloody-minded stationery department.
My mother brought home dozens of different colored/textured carpet squares in the '70s, and we three older kids, maybe 10 to 13ish, spent the next three weeks using big, curved needles to stitch together enough of them to cover our living room floor. My mother was nuts. Still is, for that matter.