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“Who is your father?” Vanessa asked. “He’s Death. Sometimes you call him The Grim Reaper. Although he’s really not that grim. Compared to me atleast.” Her iris became white as her pupils shrank. Dabria became skeletal.”
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“Hours into the night, sleepless Elijah sat up
in his bed and rubbed his face trying to put his
thoughts and feelings together. He went into the
kitchen, turned on the light, and poured himself a
cup of milk. He gulped it after taking a deep breath
trying to ease the perturbed feeling in his stomach
and the weight in his chest.”
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“The world around him began to change. Voices
became inaudible and his gaze was stuck on the man
on the ground. Elijah was taken out of that state by
Vanessa’s voice.”
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“Elijah greeted the new family of customers, “Hello.
Welcome to Dean’s Diner!” he said with a classic
customer service smile. Sometimes he thought he
repeated that phrase more than his own name.”
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“James turned the kitchen radio to a classic rock station as he started making the burger. Bon Jovi’s Livin’ On A Prayer played throughout the restaurant. “It’s our song, Vanessa!” Elijah exclaimed as he and Vanessa sang along to the chorus. When the song came to an end, a few of the customers clapped, zapping them out of the Bon Jovi daze. Vanessa took a bow, embracing the attention. Elijah shyly got back to work and brought a customer their meal.”
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“The smell of bacon sizzling and the sound of
eggs hitting hot pans were drowned out by the
sonorous diner conversations happening all over the
restaurant. Some were laughing at their own jokes in
one of the center tables. A couple wordlessly broke
up, using the diner napkins to dry their tears, sitting
in one of the red with white upside down triangle
detailed booths. There were also some teenagers
arguing about the pronunciation of gif on the counter
table, sitting on the red high chairs.”
Lidia Longorio, Death's Rattle