Jerome

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I can't feel the pain as my body hits the ground but I sure as the Nether hear the thud and the cracking that spells out H-U-R-T. I wait for the world to turn black, but instead it steadily grows brighter until I shut my eyes and then, finally, some darkness.
As I float in the never ending dark of my consciousness, all I can think about is my Mother. She thinks I am dead. No one survives falling off the cliff. But one question remains.
Am I dead?

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