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“Heaven can wait, man.  Heaven can wait.”

I took another bite of my hamburger, mainly just to have something to do with my mouth than make more crazy words.  I felt embarrassed, exposed for having told him that I was seeing…what?...the ghost of my dead dog?

That he was trying to get me to come with him?

…to…where?

Things don’t work that way, though,

Do they?

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