Momo is dead. I killed him years ago. I put my hands around his throat, tight enough he couldn't breath and he couldn't struggle out of it, then I waited. I looked into his eyes as I felt the life slip away from him, and it was the funniest thing—his expression as he realized what was happening. He went through a whole range of emotions and it was like watching one of those actors in the theater, you know? He went from surprise, to shock, then to fear, but a determined fear as he tried to fight me off. He gave up a pretty good fight, too, but I had him on the ground at that point and was putting all my weight on him. Then, in the final moments—those I'll never forget—at some point he seemed to understand he was going to die right then, that there wasn't any hope. I swear, I could feel his ghost pass through me as it rose up to heaven, his body limply falling from my grasp. Sent shivers down my spine, if only for a moment.
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