She regularly filled her body with water. It made her feel human, with so much weight inside. But the water continuously leaked through the seams where her limbs met. 

I summed up the benefits of duct tape but Persephone didn’t seem interested. 

‘One day you will drop dead’ she said admiringly. ‘If you like we can start rehearsing.’ 

I suppressed a gag reflex. 

‘Frouli didn’t like it either but now we practice dying every day. We prefer to do it on the highway. 

Would you like to drive over us one day?’ 

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