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The Man Who Didn't Die

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Remember when I told you I was ready to die?

I meant it. I had it planned out, orchestrated, scheduled, timed to perfection. I was finally happy. Finally at peace. Finally going to pull something off. 

But now I'm standing here, two weeks to showtime - and Angeline has found herself killed in a freak accident. I am crying tears of minor loss and chronic failure.All Rights Reserved

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THE MAN WHO DIDN'T DIE
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