It had begun so innocently for John and Marie. The girl held a sign: Please Help. She didn't say what kind of help she needed, or if it was even she who needed help, but there was something about the curl at the edges of her young mouth that convinced them.

They took her home. Just like that, even became odd, two became three, and the surfaces, once cold and lifeless, warmed to the touch.

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