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| Resthomes are so very quiet and still. Sitting here makes me feel like I'm waiting for Death himself. And speak of the devil, look who's here. | |
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| IT IS TIME. YOU WILL COME WITH ME. YOUR MORTAL LIFE IS AT AN END, AND NOW- | |
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| Actually, I think you want old man Whittle, the guy who just collapsed over there. | |
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| OH. RIGHT. TA VERY MUCH. SUPPOSE I'M NOT REAPING YOU TODAY, THEN. | |
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| No, not today. Don't feel bad, though, this kind of thing happens to me all the time. | |
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