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Weekly Contest #335
Dying felt cold, which totally sucked. I had never thought about what I hoped death would feel like, but I could now say with quite a bit of certainty that I had hoped it would be warm. Or warmer. This feeling was like the crisp morning of a spring day except without the promise of afternoon warmth. The sight of my dead body on the side of the road wasn’t great either, a little morbid if I’m being honest. At least they had covered me up already. The other driver was sitting inside the ambulance, with an empty, dead expression on his face as...
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