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Emily: Oh! Um - what makes you ask that?
Girl: I'm sorry, it's silly, I was choking, I couldn't see for stars but I thought - I thought I heard you ask for a - a scythe? Absurd, I know, but ... I can't see what else you'd use...
Emily: (looks at Dee uncertainly) Uhh... Ok, look, scratch everything I just said.
Dee: EMILY
Emily: The truth is-
Dee: EMILY DO NOT TELL HER THE TRUTH
Emily: Well, what else am I supposed to tell her? There WASN'T anything else! She nearly died, I don't want to lie to her anyway!
Girl: who - are you talking to...?
Emily: I'm talking to Death. Like, the Grim Reaper. He's over there, invisible. He brought me here. It was his scythe.
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Alt text: tired of this charade