Three Days
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Last published Sat, Aug 29, 2015
"You get three days as required but you won't be able to leave your grave as punishment."
I sighed as I stared at the big bearded guy in white. I knew exactly where I was and to be honest I'm shocked. Heaven is a place for people who did good things to other people around them; it's not that I was evil, but in my 17 years of existence I was definitely not a saint.
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