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39. Heaven or Maybe not
My body hurts, my head was even worst. I thought when people go to heaven they would no longer feel pain.
Crap! Is this hell? O...oh...how the...what am I...okay, I'm freaking scared to open my eyes now. Maybe I should pretend to be dead. Yup...the deader the better...okay, you should stop judging me. The word is deader...meaning more dead.
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