"Oh, forget it then," he said. "I've already got craft."
I raised an eyebrow at him, not really understanding what he was saying.
"Craft. Can't Remember A Fucking Thing."
Haha.
I found his calligraphy set and as he paid, he said, "Calligraphy. You know, good handwriting is over-rated." I wasn't going to argue about it even though I happen to be heavily in favour of beautiful penmanship.
A philosophical look came over his face. "Well, just about everything is over-rated really. DEATH is over rated."
I raised my eyebrows again as though to say, "Oh, really?"
"Yep. I've been dead. It's not as scary as everyone makes out."
"Hmmm..." I said. "Did you see the white light?"
"It was more of a blue really," he said. He picked up his calligraphy set and left.
For the rest of the day, I was thinking, "You know, I REALLY want to know the rest of that story!"
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