“This morning, I met Death at the side of the road as I was collecting yesterday's mail.”
“He strode toward me, his black cloak swaying in the morning breeze.”
"I shivered in fear, dropping the mail and scattering the wealth of unpaid bills and one-time offers to the careless wind.”
"Y-yeah," I stammered. "Yeah, I s-suppose, yeah."This could instead become, “Y-yeah,” I stepped backwards. “Yeah, I s-suppose, yeah.”
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