The Fallen Living, the Broken Dead
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September 18th, 2013. If you're thinking, "That's her birthday!" you're wrong. Quite the opposite, actually. It's my death day. As a dead person, you may assume I go to some fancy after life place. I suppose that's true. Not necessarily fancy, though. I walk around, watch the living run around on the asphalt streets in my home town of Seattle.
Right, introductions. I'm Tera Glazer. You know my death day already, but in case you were wondering, my birthday is December 7th, 1999. Oh, and I was murdered.
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