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Ten Second Reprieve
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Ongoing, First published Oct 11, 2015
There are 18 deaths every ten seconds. 
A car crash should have killed Cole when he was ten. He was dead. He should be dead. 
Ten years later he finds himself contemplating the same thing on the rooftop.  A step. One jump.  5 ticks. 5 tocks. Impact. 
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Impact. 5 tocks. 5 ticks. One jump. One step. The rooftop.
Ten seconds to re-live your life.
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