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Last night death came to me in my dream, in the form of a hot young babe no less. I of course fell in love with her, but in the end she had really come for someone whose "time had come" as she put it. She (death) was pure evil though, and as she made her final exit from my dream, taking the poor girl whose time had come with her, she looked at me with a stone cold sort of malicious sneer that I found to be bone-chilling yet somehow hot, and said - "It's her time. YOUR time... is on the 7th."
Then she disappeared. I was left wondering "The 7th of what? This month? November? 7th day of passover?? WHAT??!"
Anyway she was hot. True story.
I no longer fear death. :D
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