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Death: Alright, I have to go now. Someone’s coming.
Emily: Aunty?
Death: Probably. I’ll see you again someday. Not too soon, I hope. Don’t worry about your mum too much, alright? Have a good life, kid.
Emily: Bye, bye.
Death: And by the way, I’m a secret. Don’t tell anyone about me, ok?
Emily: Ok.
Ella: Here’s dinner, Emily... are you hungry? (shocked) No... No... Louise... No... No...
Emily: It’s ok, Aunty Ella.
Ella: -sob-
She just had to move house.
Alt text: why is my four-year-old niece explaining dying to me