Well, I'm dead. I mean in a physical sense not metaphorical. A jump off a high rise. It turned my body into a puddle. That doesn't concern me. What concerns me is the 7 foot shadow headed in my direction. My name is James is this is my story of how I met death.
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The Dearly Departed and Me
Teen Fiction17 year old James knows Death. A little to well.... See how he is given a role model in Death so he can better Improve his life after death.
