Endings

It’s all ending, I tell X, it’s all starting to end again. I can feel the bad breath of the Reaper on my neck, it’s getting closer, it never gets closer. It’s maddening, I say, and funny in a way. There’s a laughter somewhere, I say, and not just at me, a laughter that laughs at its own laughter.

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