Mist
“You’re so amusing when you’re angry,” Death said to Kiran, as he sat in his chair behind his desk.
Kiran turned away from the window and looked at Death. “Shit, not today; seriously, not today.”
“Oh, but my timing is perfect, as usual,” Death said, and smiled at Kiran.
“What do you want?” Kiran asked, exasperatedly. “It’s been three years.”
Death intertwined his fingers together, and smirked. “Well, wouldn’t you say it’s been long enough?”
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