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What year had it been? Ah, it ‘twas circa 1941. Forgive me; my memory, it rusts. All these fragmented pieces float about, bouncing against my cranium, wreaking havoc on my mind. Now it is all but a haze. Foggy dreams and nightmares I wish had stayed in planes of fiction. Even now, as I sit on these polished floors that are soiled by blood, I try to open my eyes, hoping to find I was truly in some labyrinth of a hallucination. Oh, but I hear them. Far too close—far too real for any hallucination. For my last moments, I’ll allow myself to w...
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“I regret never having learned her name,” an interesting way to begin a eulogy. Drafty winds made their way through the funeral home, stirring low against the floor. The man on the stage restlessly tapped his finger against the chipping wood of the podium. Many had been here before him, yet he was sure they hadn’t found themselves in such a pitiful predicament. “A shame, I only learned her name today from the programs,” he continued, his voice holding a raspy solemnity. He wasn’t all too sure where he was going with this speech. He had plann...
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