this is a story about how i was shot and killed on July 14th 1881 and being brought back to life in modern times and my working to put myself through collage or as they here in modern times. the University of New Mexico.
one morning i was walking to the university of New Mexico for my classes and so that i wouldn't be late. i had walked by the Billy the Kid Museum like i had done every morning. but this morning i was caught by surprise by a voice say Hello William. i stopped cold in my tracks and looked to see who had called my name. at first i didn't see anybody. so i decided to go investigate for a minute or two. i walk into the museum to look around. i looked for the person who had called my name. a man came into the room where i was standing. at first i thought that i saw a ghost. i saw a man who i thought that i would never see again. i saw John Tunstall my young 17 year old eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Mr. Tunstall smiled and said that he had a graduation gift form me. the next day was my graduation day. the day that i graduate from the university of New Mexico. where has the year gone it seems like it was just yesterday that i had woke up on my grave here in modern times and here i am a collage graduate. i smiled and hugged Mr. Tunstall. he said that he had me a job working for here at the museum that was named after me.
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this is John Tunstall the kindness man that i know in the past and here in modern. just like my professors Lawrence Talbot and Sherlock Holmes and Charley Pride. Mr. Tunstall was the voice from my past. i stood there looking at Mr. Tunstall for a minute then i smiled and told him that i will take job. i then left the museum and walked to the university for my classes.
