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"Seriously, man, I know I'm dead and we've been talking since you were a wee little puke so you might be willing to entertain the idea that some people can Peter Pan their shadows across a room, but it's nothing I've ever heard of before or after I kicked it."
"Who are you talking to?" Gus laid a piece of cheddar on the last half-bagel.
"G'morning, babe. Bagel? Coffee?"
"Yeah, diet be damned." She looked at him with the you-must-be-crazy look and walked through Harry to take the plate. Gus poured two mugs and joined her. Harry leaned against the counter picking his nails. "I worry about you."
"That's sweet, Tina." Bite. Chew. Sip. She set her mug down. Took a moment to center it with the lines of the wood-grain.
"Augustine Willmer, if you honestly think that you may condescend to me after a night like last night I will break parts of you. There will be no hope of repair. They will be important parts and in spite of my great affection for those parts, it will hurt you far more than it hurts me."