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February 18, 2013
“Your date of death is Oct. 11, 2031. Traffic accident. Sorry.”

“Whose, mine?”

“Yes. Larry Ratzner. You’re Larry Ratzner, aren’t you?”

“Who the hell are you?”

“2511 Juniper Drive?”

“Hey!”

“Oct. 11, 2031. Would you like to know where? Any other details?”

“Who the hell are you? Where do you get off announcing shit like that? How do you know my name, where I live?”

“Mr. Ratzner...”

“I oughta call the cops! Jesus Christ, mister.”

“I’m sorry. Never mind. Fare thee well.”

“I’m gonna remember you.”

“Ah, there he goes. Yes, the Ford F-150. Off to meet the Mendelsons.”