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... ngs. The last thing I remembered was the suffocating darkness of the trash bag, the alley, . But now, I was lying on a cold, stone floor. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through a barred window high above me.
Wait I died because of a trash bag is that ev an interesting death I'm sure my family was lauging so hard wh they found my body.
"What the…" I murmured, sitting up slowly. The room a me was stark, the walls made of rough-hewn stone, the floor covered ...
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