Talantbek Chekirov Close Encounter

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Perhaps I’d better, you know, clean the place up a bit, get an inventory prepared, that sort of thing?’
GOOD IDEA, said Death, as kindly as possible. WHEN I SEE THE NEW DEATH, I SHALL HEARTILY RECOMMEND YOU.
‘Oh. You’ll see him, then?’
OH. YES. AND I MUST LEAVE NOW.
‘What. so soon?’
CERTAINLY. MUSTN’T WASTE TIME!
Death adjusted the saddle, and then turned and held the tiny hour-glass proudly in front of Albert’s hooked nose.with the highly suspicious tortillas and nobody minded. The wizards chatted with the forced jolliness of people who see one another all day and are now seeing one another all evening. In the middle of it all Windle Poons sat with a huge glass of rum and a funny hat on his head. He was almost in tears.
‘A genuine Going-Away party!’ he kept muttering.’Haven’t had one of them SEE! I HAVE TIME. AT LAST, I HAVE TIMEAlbert backed away nervously.‘And now that you have it, what are you going to do with it?’ he said.Death mounted his horse.I AM GOING TO SPEND IT.The party was in full swing. The banner with the legend ‘Goodebye Windle 130 Gloriouse Years’ was dripping a bit in the heat. Things were getting to the point where there was nothing to drink but the punch and nothing to eat but the strange yellow dip