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I can hear the jukebox in the other room, it's playing Cheeseburger in Paradise pretty damn loudly, and I can't help but think that's false advertising. I don't see any burgers 'round here, and this sure as hell ain't paradise. Frowning, I return my attention to the bread I just finished. I know it's a bit fancy and all, and I can't egg-em-up 'smuch as I'd like, but I make some French toast instead of pancakes and then start on the bacon and fruit salad.
I slice some bananas as thin as I can, and hum along quietly with the music. The shelf's given me another paper to read, this one a New York Times from the 1950's, and I've got it open to the obits, smiling a little when I spot one of mine. I don't remember them all. I don't think any reaper does after a while, but you never forget 'em all either. This one? Well this one had been a good one. Death's not such a bad thing to be dealing in when the person you're reaping has it coming. And this guy really had it coming.
Flipping it shut I start to put everything out for grabs, finishing off by brewing a pot of coffee.
I slice some bananas as thin as I can, and hum along quietly with the music. The shelf's given me another paper to read, this one a New York Times from the 1950's, and I've got it open to the obits, smiling a little when I spot one of mine. I don't remember them all. I don't think any reaper does after a while, but you never forget 'em all either. This one? Well this one had been a good one. Death's not such a bad thing to be dealing in when the person you're reaping has it coming. And this guy really had it coming.
Flipping it shut I start to put everything out for grabs, finishing off by brewing a pot of coffee.