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wife was now backing into the bathroom and George followed. He found himself in the doorframe. George froze and looked at himself in the mirror. Half of him was his normal self and the other half…made him want to jump out of his skin. The skin that he was now sharing with his father who has been dead for 13 years. Martha Rivers waddled herself to the fountain's edge. She let her wrinkly tan hand one last time glaze the cold sand colored rim. Her shaking hand reached down into her pocket and grabbed a penny concealed within a shell of green. She tossed the penny in and watercolor Khushi Mehra

wished to be immortal. She walked away, her oxygen tank clattering on the brick pathway with the Grim Reaper not far behind her. In the middle of the night, she passed away after losing her long battle with lung cancer. Forty-five years later, she awoke in her grave six feet under, her pale flesh barely clinging onto her face. With no way out and no way to end her misery, she lay in her coffin, for there was no way of escaping the box of death, and she never will. Just a week ago, ten years old Robert Simmons and his parents had just announced that they were going to get a divorce. Tears were coming down his cheeks by the dozen, and he just

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