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Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2018
It's okay I'm Dead, At this point I don't really remember much about who I am or was.  All I remember is being in the backseat of my parents  station wagon,  then I heard an explosion and everything went dark.  Now I'm here in a hospital room with a tube in my arm.  I hear nothing,  smell nothing and see no one.
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