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My name's Dan Thompson. I live in a small town in Wisconsin called Redville. I had a normal family, and normal friends, and a normal life, just like you. Up until one night. It all started on one night in September. I had a cough, so I went outside for a minute of fresh air. There's a park across the street from where I live, so I decided to sit down there. As I crossed, there happened to be someone else going down the street. A man driving an eighteen-wheeler, who happened to have a broken headlight, and couldn't see me. He plowed into me with the truck, and I died.

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