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Memories and emotions began to wash over Tom. Still sitting at his desk, Tom reflected back to the island and his time with Sheila. It seemed like a lifetime ago. No, it was a lifetime ago. He had changed so much in the last six months, transforming to a compeletely different person. Responsible and reliable, he even had a job now; for the next few days anyway.
He recalled that night, lying in bed, when he made the decision to leave Sheila and her twisted circle of 'friends.' It took all the nerve he could muster to slip out of her arms and into the night.
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As soon as you stop living, you start dying....
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