Death doesn't go by bus

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Jou Maveken

Not if I use the car to drive all the way to the best Irish pub in town. He wouldn't dare to follow me between all those happy people. While I'm in there, he can fly to my mother's house and eat her toothsome cakes and when I return, he will sleep in my grandfather's rocking chair. - Or that's at least what I hope he'll do ;)

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