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GENERATION X: LOVE AMONG THE RUINS

My eyes opened slowly that morning, slower than usual. I shut them, fear pulsing through every nerve ending in my alcohol-saturated torso. I had died.

September 1, 1978
Kat Gisi

My eyes opened slowly that morning, slowerthan usual. I shut them, fear pulsing through every nerve ending in my alcohol-saturated torso.

I had died.

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