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I was in the passenger seat of a car. An old car. I don’t remember who was driving or where we were going. Someone, somewhere outside of the car, shot me seven times. I did not feel the bullets punching into my chest at an arcing angle. I did not resist. I simply died. It was a split second. I was in the car and then I wasn’t. I was as unaware as a dining room chair. [...] People all over town and the next town and the next, greet me by name. I nod, ask how they have been and rummage through my mind with questions. Is this a student? Did I marry this person? Are we related? Do they just know who I am for obvious reasons? [...] What is time anyway? It drags on when you wait and flies by when you’re late. It moves forward, backward, stays the same. Living in the moment, impossible, a moment can’t be measured. [...] |
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