The Reaper
But I'm sorry, the Reaper is still my type.
Still with my eyes closed and body tilted backwards, I muttered a brief "No." I can't open my eyes when I'm experiencing a near-death situation! I held the railing until my knuckles turned white.
I'm sorry Ma, I can't help you anymore. I'm sorry Oyo, Ate had to die young. She could not see you grow into a handsome man. Please take good care of our mother. I love you two. And the Reaper, oh God the Reaper, I don't know why I remembered him when I was thinking about my monologue.
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