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January 7, 2009
The body was so cumbersome to possess, yet a temporary inconvenience. He unzipped the pants and held the fleshy cock in his hand, chuckling, he pissed on the glass shards of the bottle he’d emerged from. “They don’t make them like they use to!”

He nonchalantly walked past the supervisor demanding his return to work, then decided to possess his body instead, which was a much better fit.

The old body lay lifeless next to him. “Sudden massive heart attack” would be the speculative “cause of death.” Obviously the stress and pressure finally got to “Old Bobby.” The Jinn agreed.