My Theory of Life After Death
When I was a young kid back in 1984. I had a wild dream. For some reason, I transported into my brother Allen’s car. I was about 12 years old.
Allen had just gotten married to his wife. They had a beautiful wedding in Park Hills, Mo. They decided to spend their life in Michigan and moved away. The problem is that I did not move away.
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