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yo, my name is James am a twenty-something-year-old dude. I work at a pizza shop or place whichever you want to call it, anyways I died to an oncoming trunk, waking up in what looks like a schoolhouse or room with a dude made of paper and a massive asshole.

the cover is not mine.
warning grammar may absolutely suck at times so don't be mad that you have an aneurysm while reading this.