The bed stirred, as another day dawned on Mathew, he swung his feet over the side of the bed and scratched his nice smooth stump. It was decorated with a rather interesting tribal style tattoo. After getting dressed in his torn jeans and black 'the clash' croc top, he debated on what to do. As he wondered he sat on his nice comfy couch, suddenly a quick knock at his door. His shoulders sighed before he begrudgingly got up to answer it, there stood a well dressed female body, about in her mid thirties. She carried a card and jar for 'save the heads foundation' which he quickly responded by closing the door just as quickly.
"Damn it, now both bodies and heads are after me, I need to go somewhere maybe" he thought.
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