[In 50 years, when he dies a rich man despite Susan's predictions to the contrary, he will meet someone who, perhaps, reminds him of a woman he once met on the street long, long ago, with whom he held a rather inane conversation about small intestines and Dibbler's meat pies, or perhaps those were the same things. He may realize then, who it was that he actually met that day.
If fate does not favor Susan, perhaps he will even meet her himself, carrying her Grandfather's scythe atop a white horse.
But that is a long time from now and it seems unlikely that these two will ever cross paths again.]
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If fate does not favor Susan, perhaps he will even meet her himself, carrying her Grandfather's scythe atop a white horse.
But that is a long time from now and it seems unlikely that these two will ever cross paths again.]