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Memory

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Where am I?

I see a white room,a curtain around me and my parents in tears. I am laying in a hospital and I cannot seem to move my legs. The doctor comes in.

"How are you feeling?"

"Who are you",I say with disgust.

"I am your doctor.What do you remember?"

"I remember riding along on my scooter, delivering newspapers.Then I hear a car horn,shattering glass,and blood."

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zbird123 You're currently reading the story Memory, which was posted on Feb 23, 2011 by zbird123.

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