Cammie's not the only one.

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It was early morning, and Death waited nearby. The reddish light glinted off the finely honed edge of the scythe. It was only a matter of time now, and he didn't mind waiting. The exhalation of his next subject was explosive and watery, and the liquid spewing forth was brownish and unhealthy looking. Sweat beaded, and the white foam at the corners stood in little peaks, though they had nowhere to go.

No doubt about it, Death mused to himself. Time for Bill to get a new espresso machine.