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SHE
HAS
A
VERY
WARM
PERSONALITY
WHEN
YOU
GET
TO
KNOW
HER
.
’
I
am
sure
she
has
,
sir
.
’
NEVERTHELESS
,
YOU
WISH
–
Death
launched
the
words
with
a
spin
of
distaste
–
AN
AFTERNOON
OFF
?
’
Yes
,
sir
.
If
you
please
,
sir
.
’
VERY
WELL
.
So
BE
IT
.
You
MAY
HAVE
UNTIL
SUNSET
.
Death
opened
his
great
ledger
,
picked
up
a
pen
,
and
began
to
write
.
Occasionally
he
’
d
reach
out
and
flick
the
beads
of
an
abacus
.
After
a
minute
he
looked
up
.
YOU
’
RE
STILL
HERE
,
he
said
.
AND
IN
YOUR
OWN
TIME
,
TOO
,
he
added
sourly
.
’
Um
,
’
said
Mort
,
’
will
people
be
able
to
see
me
,
sir
?
’
I
IMAGINE
SO
,
I
’
M
SURE
,
said
Death
.
Is
THERE
ANYTHING
ELSE
I
MIGHT
BE
ABLE
TO
ASSIST
YOU
WITH
BEFORE
YOU
LEAVE
FOR
THIS
DEBAUCH
?
’
Well
,
sir
,
there
is
one
thing
,
sir
,
I
don
’
t
know
how
to
get
to
the
mortal
world
,
sir
,
’
said
Mort
desperately
.
