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"You're supposed to be dead", say I, submitting once again to one of his prolonged and suffocating embraces, rather like being loved by an affectionate python. "So what do you plan on doing about that", says he, gently releasing me. "I dunno. Kill you again." "Oh Chris, you are too funny." He is still leaning over me, just from behind. "Jesus did say that it would take you some getting used to." "Have you been here all this time?" "All this time, hon', all this time." "What really happened?" "Our friend here, Sven Lindstrom will explain it all for you."