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…showed last 75 words of 780 total…walked up the hill towards my humble home. As I hiked up towards my house, and turned to look back over my shoulder to see my fated death ground, and the walk no longer shined. The little white strips were faded white, and no longer glowing to illuminate the black endless road. The stage of my death had been set, but the show was over. I was alive and I felt like I could fly.