Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Braid

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Windle Poons did know exactly what irony meant, and he could spot sarcasm too.
‘It’s all very well for you,’ he mumbled.
PERHAPS.
Windle looked down at the river again.
‘It’s been great,’ he said.’After all this time. Being needed is important.’
YES. BUT WHY?
Windle looked surprised.
‘I don’t know. How should I know? Because we’re all in this together, I suppose. Because we don’t leave our people in ?there?. Because you’re a long time dead. Because anything is better than being alone. Because humans are cold universe out there.’
YOU’D BE AMAZED.
‘One lifetime just isn’t enough.’
OH, I DON’T KNOW.
‘Hmm?’
WINDLE POONS?
‘Yes?’human.’AND SIXPENCE IS SIXPENCE. BUT CORN IS NOT JUST CORN.‘It isn’t?’NO.Windle leaned back. The stone of the bridge was still warm from the day’s heat.To his surprise, Death leaned back as well.BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL YOU’VE GOT, said Death.‘What? Oh. Yes. That as well. It’s a great big
THAT WAS YOUR LIFE.