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You’re afraid. No need to be. Haven’t I proven it? I don’t communicate with everyone.

Think about it.

What if I didn’t come along for that mangled victim at the car wreck, that burned man… that poor soldier who’s a football field away from his leg, the grass painted with his insides.

Would be horrible.

Yes, there’s pain, but not for those for whom I come. For them, there’s rest, blessed oblivion.

You’ll be missed, but don’t worry. In my own time, I’ll be along for your loved ones, too.

Get ready.

Seeing You Soon,

Sincerely,

D