Dead Like Me: Life After Death Page #2
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- 2009
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to stay connected.
Now, this Post-it business was fine,
but now we're with the Treos.
Old habits die hard,
and if you guys still want to
meet for your early morning chats,
then this table has
a standing res in my name.
I can't promise I'll be there every day,
but you can always
get a hold of me on here,
or text me, or e-mail me.
- Who...
- Sorry, overseas market's just closing.
...are you?
- Kane, sell it.
Sorry about that.
Cameron Kane, died 9/11,
fell 85 stories and never felt a thing.
I think I met your sister last night.
She gave me a lap dance. Candy?
But who are you?
Meet the new boss.
Well, Rube got his lights.
He had to, uh...
He had to move on.
They headhunted me because of
my ass-kicking performance stats,
and they brought me in
to reconfigure your branch
because, quite frankly, it had gotten
a little slack under the old guard.
Your assignments
will be on your Treos,
the car is at your disposal,
and breakfast is, uh, my treat.
In perpetuity.
I can't wait to get started.
What the f***? I'm hungry.
- He's lying.
- No, I'm not.
- Not you. Cameron.
Rube. About Rube
going away forever.
Do you think he did
something to Rube?
- Why would he do that?
- I don't know. Some kind of coup.
What, to take over
our illustrious team of grim reapers?
- No one's that dumb.
- She's right, Roxy.
It just doesn't make sense. Unless
he heard about my staggering beauty.
Ugh.
He heard you were a stank-ass ho
that'd go down on Clark Gable
to play an extra on the plantation.
That's what he heard.
- You see how he took her chair out?
- And my phone-y thingy is greeny.
And?
And it matches my eyes.
It's my favorite color.
If Rube was still around,
he would have been at
the Waffle Haus this morning.
He would have.
Goddamn it!
We didn't even have
a chance to say goodbye.
F*** him.
Where to?
Uh, I've gotta get back
to my car. I'm late for work.
Yes, ma'am. Anyone else?
Yes, um, 11 Stratford,
no, Stubens Place.
I have 45 minutes, so we
can drop George off first.
Oh, wait, I'll come with you
'cause, um, I'm much, much later.
How do you work this damn thing?
Looks like you get the day off.
Excuse me?
Oh, no. Look, I got another one.
They're almost back-to-back. Look at that.
You get two, I get none?
Well, I don't like it
any more than you do.
Well, give me one of yours, then.
You can't take her reap.
- I can if she got two.
- Hey, shut the f*** up.
Reap is slang for...
Reap is slang for when we take
the soul out of a body who's just...
Sales meeting,
and we make commissions.
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