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When I awoke I wasn’t in a bed or in the hospital. I was in one of the memorial sites. I died.

I . . . no.

Felix, what about Felix? Is he ok? I ran out of the site. I ran to our house. Felix was sitting on the floor in the middle of our house sobbing. I joined him. We were supposed to get married. We were going to live happily ever after; but now I’m not. I’m not there for you. I can’t help you or comfort you.  You can’t even see me.

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