Dead... Again...
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Last published Fri, Nov 24, 2017
I remember my first death fondly; a big 'bang'and then darkness. As if someone punched a hole in a piece of black construction paper, a white light pierced the blackness. Like any confused soul, I made my way toward it.
I didn't like what I saw on that end, so I turned around.
Who knew that telling Heaven to screw off had some unsavory consequences?
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