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Postcard from the Near Bank of the River Styx

by Luc Reid

Hi Greg,

Waiting for the ferry, thought I'd write a postcard. Lots to see here! This old guy with no penny says October is the nicest time to come, because not so many tourists. Tomorrow I cross into the afterlife and am looking forward to meeting Jane Austen.

How are you? I hear you got a little banged up, but I guess the alcohol dulled the pain, huh, Mr. High Margarita tolerance? Bet you didn't know that I'm going to have that piece of windshield embedded in my chest for eight hundred years unless I can afford surgery (and they don't take my health plan here).

Enjoy the living world. Wish you were here--instead of me, you bastard.


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