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He
stalked
back
through
the
curtains
.
Keeble
,
still
slumped
in
his
chair
,
gave
a
kind
of
strangled
gurgle
.
’
It
was
true
!
’
he
said
.
’
I
thought
you
were
a
nightmare
!
’
I
COULD
TAKE
OFFENCE
AT
THAT
,
said
Death
.
’
You
really
are
Death
?
’
said
Keeble
.
YES
.
’
Why
didn
’
t
you
say
?
’
PEOPLE
USUALLY
PREFER
ME
NOT
TO
.
Keeble
scrabbled
among
his
papers
,
giggling
hysterically
.
’
You
want
to
do
something
else
?
’
he
said
.
Tooth
fairy
?
Water
sprite
?
Sandman
?
’
