[ One more drag out of his cigarette for good measure, Zephir blows the smoke right into Death's lungs. His lips stay parted, tongue out, to let a small mouthful of dark sludge pour; he closes that beloved mouth up with his hand, keeps it shut with a peck. ]
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Then come here.
[ One more drag out of his cigarette for good measure, Zephir blows the smoke right into Death's lungs. His lips stay parted, tongue out, to let a small mouthful of dark sludge pour; he closes that beloved mouth up with his hand, keeps it shut with a peck. ]