When Genevieve's auguries point to the imminent end of the world, she does what any modern young necromancer would do, and places an ad in the online personals.
"So, were you serious about the ad, or are you just here to yank my chain?"
She was chewing and couldn't answer, but she held up a hand and dug through her purse for a printout folded neatly into thirds, which she then unfolded.
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