Death had had a long day. Not that Death ever had a short day; people were always dying to meet Death, so she was always busy. She sighed, rubbing her temples. It was telling to just how long a day it was that the joke didn’t make her smile, idiotic as it was.
Death unlocked the gate to her garden, Cerberus on her heels. He was a three headed pug today, but even that couldn’t bring a smile to Death’s face. She stumbled into her cottage, and collapsed on the couch, eyes closed. She needed a vacation. She had heard of them from the humans she shuttled down, but had never taken one. There wasn’t time. She couldn’t ask her sisters to pull extra shifts, that wouldn’t be fair. At least she had her sisters, and didn’t have to reap all day, every day.
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