Chapter One

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           It’s been three years since I my death. My should’ve been, I mean. My “should’ve-would’ve-could’ve” moment. I try not to think back on it so much anymore, except for the nights I spend staring up at whatever metal ceiling it is that night. Usually I don’t think of it mid conversation. Sometimes I do. Can’t help it.