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A man is a thousand parts. All of them other people. Those he loved, those he did not, those who merely passed through his life. And the total of him is the sum of all of them added together, divided by each other, subtracted from each other and multiplied individually and cumulatively. I looked around the room. And there I was.
-The inheritors (Harrold Robbins).
YOU ARE READING
Fourteen days
Short Story"I can't tell you that but...basically this is it- normally when you die, a reaper comes and reaps you but in your case you have a choice-to stay or to come with me" he looks straight at me and smirks again "so, Miss. White- what will it be?" What w...
