Death followed Martin around like a shadow. It was there on the commute to work, on the opposite chair at the cafeteria and during his weekly tennis game. This had been going on for several weeks, when Martin could not take it anymore. He confronted Death head-on.
“Make up your mind, mate,” he said. “Don’t leave me hanging here.”
“I will kill you,” Death let on, “For all men must die.”
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