You rush into the diner asking "Are you okay?"
She gives you a puzzled look "Why yes I am, are you? You aren't looking too good, what can I help you with?"
There is no recognition in her eyes when she looks at you "Here take my mirror".
She hands you a small compact mirror from her apron pocket, and she's right, you don't look okay. The skin on your face is turning loose and wrinkly, your hair is graying. You feel a sharp pain in your chest and collapse to the floor, shattering the mirror. You try to pull yourself up but the skin on your hands is almost melting off, revealing bone.
Melting away, becoming bones, you look up at the woman. She is a skeleton again, but somehow still manages to look down at you and smile.
You have died
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