
I had a pretty good life.
Well, OK, maybe not so great, and that ending… Did I just say “well”?
Maybe I should say I had a pretty good after-life.
Had.
I loved mixing with the people, that look on their faces when they became aware that I was there! Priceless.
Ah the memories!
And then the put a glass tabletop over my well. My well!
And suddenly, here I am, a tourist attraction. All the jerks trying to get pictures of me with their cell phones.
I’ve become a tourist attraction.
I could just die.
Except I’m already dead…
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word count = 100
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