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I awoke with a jolt and scream. My mole-wife put a comforting paw on my shoulder.
“Shis sheverything shokay, shdear?”
“Yes, it’s fine, I was just… dreaming about an old friend.”
“Shwho?”
“It matters not. Go to bed, get some rest.” I got up out of bed and went to the window. I
stared at the bright Gambit Moon above. Are you going to come back during the great harvest to
reap with the Gambit God himself. I hope you do, I miss you so. I still think of you, all these
years later. A tear trailed down my cheek.
I went to the fireplace and stared at The Father which hung above it. I went up, and took
it down, holding it gently in my hands. Perhaps, I could join you. Would you like that? Then we
could reap together. I’m sure that would make you laugh. You always loved to laugh. I went to
my bar and poured a glass mole-magma. I drank it down fast and soon the world was a blur and
my body was ablaze. I fell to my knees and pointed The Father towards my head. I closed my
eyes tight, so tight… that they felt like stones. Maybe I can come to you. When I pulled the
trigger, my body turned to dust, and soon my consciousness slipped into blackness. And then into
the nothing.