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“Do you sometimes wonder?” Sam asks, dipping his donut in his coffee. “If my parents hadn’t made a deal with the literal devil and you..”
“Hadn’t gotten bodied by a fucking toilet?” George finishes. “I try not to.”
“Are you happy?”
George shoots Sam a look.
“Ok no. Bad question. Are you at least happy you met me?”
George pauses, taking a moment to sip her latte.
“I suppose. In a way. I’m glad i have another person to talk to how incredibly to shit my life-“
“Death.” Sam corrects.
“-my death has been.”
“Yeah, i’m glad i met you too.” Sam smiles, but George is looking behind him. A man just walked into the coffeeshop. Behind him trail two kids. George swallows.
“You see him?”
She nods.
“How’s it gonna go down?”
George looks around. A shadow appears. Then one more. Together they crowd around the chandelier.
“The cord of that chandelier is going to break. Killing him.” She looks frantically at his kids, running around his legs. “Their names weren’t on my list.”
“Shall we take our coffee to go then?”
Again, George nods.
On their way out, she brushes her hand against the man. His soul gets pulled along. Seconds later, the cords snaps. Among the chaos, the man stands confused.
“What just happened? What is going on? Is that me? Am i dead?” the questions pour out of him. George takes a breath to answer all his questions, but at that moment, Sam steps in.
“I got this, drink your coffee.” He winks.
“Does this mean I'm doing one of yours next?” She smirks. “I mean, I could; I'm already dead. What’s the worst that could happen?”