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A Tragedy

The sweat droped from his tatherd shirt as he realized his fate was near. He paused between sentences because he couldn't belive it was finally here. The day, time, and place was different but it was all the same. The feeling, thoughts, and moments all filled with pain. As he looked up he saw the light which brought him feelings of shame. One last glance to fill him with content but as he looked it all came. The visions and remembrance was brought over him. He rememberd that car crash where all that was left was a tire rim. Then he realized who was on the floor laying next to him in the pasengers seat. He fagged eyes opened to see he was sitting in a hospital seat. The doctor walked in and it filled him with dread. "Mr. Jones, Im sorry your wife Lynn is dead."

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