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| Choice 1: Staying upon the highway you traveled for days, sleeping within the car or at an inn close to you days turned into weeks and you found yourself on a plane and traveled to a distant Island in the Caribbean's and lived your days out here were no Amberite ever found you and never bothered you again. For the first couple centuries an occasional Trump call would reach you, though taking the time to bloke those out proved well worth it. Soon they believed you were dead and stopped trying all together.
Occasionally you would feel a little tingle from someone focusing upon your Trump though not trying to contact you. Maybe someone that had a hard time letting go and took the time to look back and remember you, someone that cared for you and cried every once in a while over the loss. On these occasions you would lock yourself up all alone and cry along with whoever felt for you this way. Though they were in another world, you felt their pain just the same. THE END |
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