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231 What Does Death Want from Me? Just hanging around, picking up something from the table, say, a bill or the insurance form half-filled in, or the map of New Mexico or the bird book. Just looking, not saying much, like people who draw attention to themselves by being noisy with their silence. Death already has the best part, mom and dad and my dogs. So, Death is shopping me now, a regular used book addict looking for that first edition by an author nobody talks about anymore. ...

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