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Nine
Lennon: I looked at my translucent hands, and a panic washed over every inch of me. I dropped to the ground, trying to dig my body out. "No… No…No," I yelled through my tears and the anger building in me. My ghostly hands wouldn't cup the dirt. I couldn't get my body out. "I thought I was free!" I called out. I was pulled to my feet as I tried to fight to return to my body. I need to get my body out of that f.u.c.k.i.n.g hole. But instead, I turned to face him… to face Death. The being I had called out to for so long stood before me. A hooded figure, much like the stories say, and even though I couldn't see his face, I knew his eyes were looking into mine. In his presence, I froze completely. "This is not the end, Lennon." His voice was mortifying, and yet it relaxed me. My shaking fo
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