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Stream of Consciousness

I felt my mind slowly losing touch with my body.
I will remain in this time… in body anyway.
I felt my spirit release into the atmosphere, and as I stood over my temporarily dead body, I felt the tremors of time and present and future and past and traveling through mind space body spirit space time mind body time space space time continuity longevity and the perils of living in…
I opened my eyes. I was in a dark room. I heard whimpering. I turned around to see three teenaged girls tied up, sitting in chairs.
Two were dead.
Oh, fuck you, Gamble. You sent me to a fucking murderer’s body.
I heard a loud banging on the metal door behind the girls.
“Police! Open up!”
SHIT! What do I do… uhh the code the code the code… coordinates…. uhh..
“7134513478358352253-17354251986!” I shouted.
I felt my spirit release and all that jazz.
I opened my eyes to have a gun at my head. Then I saw myself shouting. I felt my legs exposed, and something tighter about my shirt.
I awoke to the sad realization that I was now a girl.

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