Guidance, so there.

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*Death is In.

Her door is open.

There are cookies and tea, and comfy chairs.*

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*Death smiles, beckoning inward.*

Of course I don't mind.

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Tara takes a seat, crossing her ankles and wringing her hands slightly.

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So, *she says, expression and voice calm,* what's wrong, Miss Maclay?

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"Um, there's actually a few things. But I guess the first one is-" she draws down the collar of her blouse to show a shiny pink scar, about the size of a quarter, over her left breast. "I have some unresolved issues about my death." She winces, awaiting judgement.