Part Two: Chapter Sixty Six

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I feel lighter than air, my head floating among the bright white clouds. Yet the light feeling in my head morphs into throbbing. The white that surrounds me soon turns too bright, making it hardly bearable. Groaning and wincing, life filters in, surrounding me; it's noise as loud and bustling as ever. In the corner of the room, my godmother stands, her face filled with distaste and loathing. The silence grows deeper then the slice in my arm. After what feels like hours or paper work and silence later, my godmother only mutters a single sentence. "Get in the damn car."

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