Mabel looked up from her honeyed noodles and rolled her eyes. “Really, Beth? Fortune cookie nonsense.”
Beth turned up her nose at Mabel and pocketed the note.
“It must be my lucky day,” she replied.
Outside, stood Death, dark hood in place, sharpening his sickle with precision.
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