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Apocalypse page forty one. Panel one: Death sits at a table with her son and husband. She says 'Poor little quarantine boy, with no friends to play with.' Panel two: Her husband covers their son's ears, looking upset. He says 'Don't say that! WE'RE his friends! He'll think we don't like him!' Panel three: Death, smiling, replies 'But you're his dad. Not his friend.' Panel four: Death's husband and son hug each other. Her husband says 'To him friend just means liking each other, and we like each other!'

Posted July 18 2021

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