None Existent Life

None Existent Life

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Fiction
Mystery
When life becomes too hard, you have two options, fight on until things become easier or give up. James Sprinstein chose the latter, deciding that taking his own life was the only solution to a problem he created. What James had not considered was the journey he would take after killing himself. Is it too late to go back? Can he fix what had broken? Or was it too late?
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