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[impossibly]

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And

Comments

[yetsleeping]

Um.

What?

[impossibly]

It's the denouement.

[yetsleeping]

I... I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean.

[impossibly]

Why not?

[yetsleeping]

Well... I don't know what you're talking about. At least not exactly. Do you mean all the deaths lately?

[impossibly]

Do I say what I mean, or mean what I say?