Prologue

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Adrian Price

Staring at the white ceiling, I can't help but think of how I got here.

Everyone says that I did it to myself. Everyone tells me that when they found me it was bad.

How do I explain to them that I only remember snippets and pieces of that day. That day was a blur. That moment was a blur.

Everyone says that time was on my side that day.

So why do I feel like time was not on my side?

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