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Excerpt From Story: When people think of the realm next to heaven, they think, 'hey I'd love to live in a place so close to paradise.' But, trust me; heaven's fall back, on our realm, isn't always peachy. Sometimes, it's downright disturbing. Okay, let me explain. In our realm we basically live forever going through the cycle of life like a yo-yo. You go from baby to old and back again. And if, for some reason, you die, you're just born again with all the same memories. Yeah, weird right? At some point I'm the same age as my kids, and older than my parents. All of that wouldn't be so bad if the rules didn't keep changing. Someone murdered me, and I can't remember who or why. No one, short of the man upstairs, seems to know. What happened to my memories? If I lost the memory of something as tragic as being murdered, who's to say I wouldn't die - permanently? Thanks for reading. Feedback is welcome! Please vote in you enjoyed the story. Sincerely, A. I. Dukes
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