Well, it was 1832 when I died in Paris, and came to wake up here. QUITE the change at first, and now things simply go incredibly odder than the usual now that I think of it. I do wonder what I might have thought, to have been brought here with no prior warning. As it was, it seemed better than death, then. But if I might have been alive...I would have been angrier I think. And more confused, somehow.

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