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Apocalypse page one hundred eighty three. Panel one: Death and her husband sit on either side of a small bed, their son tucked into blankets between them. The child holds a book open on his lap, indicating bedtime is wrapping up. Death says to her son 'Hey, do you wanna hold hands before bed?' Panel two: The boy says 'No thanks!' Panel three: He turns to his father with a cute smile. 'Hey Daddy! Do you wanna hold hands?' Panel four: Death looks distraught as her husband remarks 'Dang son. Ice cold.'

Posted April 7 2024

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