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Hello, I'm Douglas Kerrigan, star of the film Artificial Romance ...
And a Guinea Pig.
Well, figuratively. I'm not actually a guinea pig. I'm a..
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It really was a nice ballroom. Nice ceiling tiles.
Gerard was being kept busy by a group of school children who absolutely loved his series for y..
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She fell, limp, into my arms, causing me to stagger backwards. I didn't understand.
I looked up to see Gerard leaping over the table towards a youn..
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The door was a pretty normal, white door. It didn't really seem like something that should belong in the afterlife, but rather something that belonge..
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I don't like hospital rooms.
Not one bit.
This one was no different, especially since, for a while, I did not know why I was in there. It took a ..
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“Don't worry, Catherine ... I'm sure that everything will be fine.”
“How do you know, John? Radiation has worked for everyone els..
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“Mr. Kerrigan, please calm down,” the tired nurse said, annoyed.
“Something's wrong!” I cried out.
I tried to move.
Dr...
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I looked around.
I was no longer in the desolate wasteland, but rather I was in my hospital room.
On the bed.
Still unable to move.
That was ..
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“Dear Darleene ...”
I had to write a final letter to her. She was my wife, I had to let her know.
Why was this so hard?
I felt asha..
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“Lotte? It's Doug. I don't know if you can hear me, but I need to tell you something very important, okay?”
I was sitting next to her n..
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