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Susie was eighty-three and she was tired. She was tired of the aliments, she was tired of the young, she was tired of life. Susie didn’t have many people left to converse with. Her daughter had died in a car accident in her twenties and Susie’s husband had passed away ten years ago due to a heart attack. All Susie had were a few friends who were still alive, of those, there were two. Susie shuffled around her house making a sandwich for lunch. She wandered into the pantry for potato chips when something caught her eye. There was ...
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Dean sat up in a cold sweat, breathing hard. He clutched his chest with one hand and his head with the other. A dream, it had been a dream. He dropped back onto his pillow. It had felt so real. Dean waited for his breathing to subside. He reached over to his nightstand to check his phone; he needed to calm his mind. He flipped through his news feed, it was exactly what he needed, a bunch of nonsense. A few memes about politics, a few more about heartbreak, and a few people who were commenting about this or that of their lives. That’s w...
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