Fiction: Getting up that morning was scary. I suppose, at first, it seemed a normal morning, but there was just something about it that I knew wasn’t right. And it wasn’t just scary for me – it was, in a way, doubly scary for them. Oh boy, how they ran! You see, I died yesterday.
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