When that happens, when a soul just gives up or decides to stubbornly cross their arms and not move, they get politely packed in foam and bubble-wrap and stored in a cardboard box in one of the warehouses of Limbo. Occasionally, some of them might climb out of their box for a while, play a game of canasta or whist, but eventually the games lose their flavor and its back in the box for another couple of years.
Bwahahahahahaha!!!!
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Needless to say, the gambling in Limbo is all in fun, and the bars never have to deal with angry drunks. There is no crime in Limbo. At all.

*LOL*! I love this! It's marvelous!!
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Sid's first step out of his office took him onto the gray slate floor of one of these warehouses. The not-quite daylight filtered from nowhere and everywhere, from no discernable source. It just came from... somewhere, bouncing off and reflected by the millions of motes of dust that floated in the dank and humid air.
Ah. The PERFECT kind of air for limbo. Dank and humid. *bleh*
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Sid sighed. "I can't believe I'm stuck with a boy scout," he grumbled.

"Oh yes," Justin said,....
(Because, of COURSE, Pollyanna-boy takes him literally! *LOL*!!)
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"How did your dad get sick?" Sid had to jog just a bit to keep pace with Justin. The kid could move fast on those long legs. Good thing he didn't have any lungs anymore, or else he would be wheezing by now. Sitting in an office for eternity can take it out of you.

Wait a sec; Justin would *immediately* notice if Sid had to jog to keep up, and adjust his pace down, apologizing profusely for being insensitive. I speak from experience. *grin*
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They reached the door and Justin opened it, holding it for Sid.
*heh* Nice touch.
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"Nothing to be nervous about. Heck, I'll even go first." Justin gently pushed Sid out of his way... (Suggest "maneuvered" or "guided" or something else more gentle, more *caring*, than "pushed")
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He drug his other foot slowly through the doorway and found himself standing in the alley outside the warehouse. "See? I made it. That wasn't so bad," he said. What he thought was, 'If I had any sweat glands, I'd be soaked.'
*LOL* Breathing heavily, perhaps? This is magnificent!
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"Oh sure! The owner's name is Harry, and he knew exactly where to find you." Justin started walking that way. "Makes a darn tasty milkshake, too."
*bwahahahahahaha*!!!!!!!
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"Don't make a big deal of it, kid." Still, it only partially did the job. Sid wasn't terribly concerned about being outside, in the world. He could still feel the butterflies in his stomach trying to beat two to the band, but they were no longer playing the rumba beat. H was, however, a bit irritated.
Typo!
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Except for this kid. This kid might actually be innocent, just like... Sid tried to remember her name, but couldn't. He just couldn't reach that back into his memory.
Missing a word here?
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"If you didn't do, Justin, then we'll take care of it."
Missing a word again; you were getting tired, my friend! ((HUG))
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EXCELLENT chapter! More! MORE!!! *wild applause* *whistling* *stomping* YAY!!!!!!