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... ast memories flashing before my eyes, no choir of angels—just the abrupt sensation of my face meeting concrete at terminal velocity after tripping on my own shoelaces.
Yeah, I know. A pathetic way to go.
I'd always imagined my death would be more... dignified. Maybe heroically saving someone from a burning building, or peacefully passing away in my sleep after living a full life. Instead, I died because I couldn't be bothered to tie my shoes properly while rushing to my morning c ...
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