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I was sent to another job to go and tell someone that they were going to die soon. I've had this job for years and yet I still hate it. I was put on this job by all the hevenly people(gods/angels) and the hekish people(demons/Devils). I never wanted this job but I was chosen out of many to become death and have to tell people when they have to die. I mean they didn't even give ME a chance to have a life on earth. I especialy hate having to go and tell children they have to die soon, because they start to cry and wine, or throw things at me, or glare at me and start hitting me. I search on my mini world labtop(MWL) to find were my client is so I can get it over with. I find my client in the top balcany of a building. I decide to go into the building and take the stairs so the client can have some free time not nowing their going to die. I reach the balcony area and I suddenly get transfixed by the sound of a beutiful song followed by a beutiful voice. I see hair, flowing through the dreary wind, the same color as the red crimson moon behind it.