"After all, I do promise living persons after I'm done!", Amanda snided.
"100? Why that old? What if... What if I die right after I'm that age? If I keel over dead there and then!!"
"Well, accidents happen... on every job.", Amanda remarked carelessly.
"I'm going to leave you to yourself for a few. It's not like you're going to get anywhere after a few minutes... Arthritis and bone degeneration should begin within the next hour. You might want to, while you can, look through your mom's closet for some new clothes, Miss Granny!!"
Amanda giggled as she trod off, somewhere. And Stacy was becoming a little more sour to her... And the more sour she became, the older she felt... Her hair was beginning to grey...
She had to make a choice, Amanda seemed to have carelessly left her book on the table. Should she...?
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