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itsharveytwoface: I loved that little ass.

itsharveytwoface: ASS
mastahwayne: FACE
itsharveytwoface: ARM
mastahwayne: UTERUS
itsharveytwoface: ...PANCREAS
mastahwayne: SPLEEN
itsharveytwoface: LIVER
mastahwayne: LEFT LUNG
itsharveytwoface: STERNUM
mastahwayne: RIGHT KIDNEY
itsharveytwoface: INTESTINES
mastahwayne: STOMACH
itsharveytwoface: HEART
mastahwayne: LEFT FALLOPIAN TUBE
itsharveytwoface: ATRIUM
mastahwayne: COLON
itsharveytwoface: APPENDIX
mastahwayne: BICEP
itsharveytwoface: MOLAR
mastahwayne: CANINE
itsharveytwoface: TONGUE
mastahwayne: LOWER LIP
itsharveytwoface: LEFT NOSTRIL
mastahwayne: VAGINA
itsharveytwoface: ARMPIT
mastahwayne: FRONTAL LOBE
itsharveytwoface: OCCIPITAL LOBE
mastahwayne: THROAT
itsharveytwoface: TRACHEA
mastahwayne: COLLARBONE
itsharveytwoface: ELBOW
mastahwayne: KNEE
itsharveytwoface: ANKLE
mastahwayne: BIG TOE

I... remember now.

This makes things interesting. And awkward.

I had a dream about that body last night. It wasn't a very bad dream and it certainly didn't scare me, but it was... odd. I'm not sure how to describe it. Kind of... thick? Like there was a lot of fog and I couldn't get through it.

I woke up with a terrible headache and I ended up sleeping for another couple of hours. It was already two when I finally woke up. At least I didn't dream the second time I slept, though.

The headache is still here, but it's not nearly as bad as it was.

I woke up around ten this morning pretty suddenly and decided I should take a walk around the property. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going and I somehow got to the east side of the grounds where a tall fence separates my property from the property one over owned by somebody else. I found a body. It was Crane -- I mean, it looked like Crane. A lot.

He was strung up like a scarecrow on one of the poles of the fence, his throat slashed neatly, just once. He was wearing clothes very reminiscent of Crane and had glasses very much like his too. When I found him, well, it, the blood was still dripping from the slashed throat down to the shirt and then off and onto the grass below.

It was... really an uncanny resemblance. Same shade of brown hair. Same eyes (still open). Same body structure.

I spent much of the day downtown, being questioned about the body. They only released me an hour or two ago. I ate dinner and came home. I'm tired.

I get the oddest feeling that I'm in the middle of something. I wonder why.

And I feel... oddly emotionless about it. I suppose there was a long decline and, well... it was never exactly on solid footing to begin with. No... it definitely wasn't. I'm glad to not feel all broken up about it, either. There wouldn't be any use in it.

Anyhow, I'm just rambling now, aren't I? For no good reason, either, since maybe two of you will know what I'm talking about.

I didn't expect the need for a codicil so soon.

Odd how that works.

ETA: I'm sorry that fifteen percent isn't enough for you, Harvey. How about I give you twenty? I'm sure you can buy a lot of expensive liquor and fifteen minute weddings with 1.6 billion, right?

Alfred can burn the other things. Or, better yet, I can burn them sooner rather than later. No need for those things to stick around until I die.

Did you know really old tattoos itch? They do. Kind of a lot. But I can't really scratch... last time I did, I ended up drawing blood.

Er... not that I would know how a tattoo feels.

...

I need to decompress or something. Or... do something to get my mind off of myself.

I need... to call my lawyers. Yes. Will needs a whole lot of revising. Yes.

ETA: When I die, you all better appreciate this.