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AHHH....AMI! "Je cherche le mot..." Her left foot had gone . . .asleep. The rest of her still . . . wide awake. The net curtains she noticed idly needed washing blew back in an almost theatrical( how dramatic)fashion & there stood Death large as life ( so to speak ). Death itself like an old fashioned butler "Almost a Jeeves!" she chuckled softly to her self. "Madame, if I may ...have a word?" "Oh, Mr. Death surely not yet...not yet?" Death smiled obsequiously. "Le Roi, s'amuse. . ." The unfinished Maupassant falling from her hand.
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
AHHH....AMI!
AHHH....AMI! "Je cherche le mot..." Her left foot had gone . . .asleep. The rest of her still . . . wide awake. The net curtains she noticed idly needed washing blew back in an almost theatrical( how dramatic)fashion & there stood Death large as life ( so to speak ). Death itself like an old fashioned butler "Almost a Jeeves!" she chuckled softly to her self. "Madame, if I may ...have a word?" "Oh, Mr. Death surely not yet...not yet?" Death smiled obsequiously. "Le Roi, s'amuse. . ." The unfinished Maupassant falling from her hand.
donall-dempsey
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
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