[The bit of Muriel's face peeking out from under the hood twists, clearly dubious.]
Or sell something.
[As he stares down at the pamphlets in his hands, he wonders about things. The kind of person who asks about why people aren't dead, but also believes that others may want to help them. What kind of life creates a person like that?]
. . .
Are you dead? [An awkward pause.] I met someone who was.
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Or sell something.
[As he stares down at the pamphlets in his hands, he wonders about things. The kind of person who asks about why people aren't dead, but also believes that others may want to help them. What kind of life creates a person like that?]
. . .
Are you dead? [An awkward pause.] I met someone who was.