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“Pass us that hat would you?” Death asked, “These midges seem to be making a buffet out of my scalp.”
“You sure?” Looking at the hat he was referring to I wondered if it was more than the midges getting to him. Hot countries always left him a bit, well, off.
“Just hand it over already.”
I shrugged but did as he said. The previous owner didn’t seem to mind too much, but then again he was already halfway across the Otherside and what was left was raw meat about to turn bad.
“Five more,” I said. “Then we’re done.”