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After a time, I regained my sense of surroundings. I was near the top of the Eiffel Tower! As I touched the tip, a slight breeze blew my hair, revealing a glistening expression upon my face. Nothing mattered except for the mere fact that I was even there at all. Feeling powerful , I closed my eyes and yelled, hoping even God could hear me: "I am Anastaise Bondeau, and I have resurrected!"
The End
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