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I died. And then I transmigrated. Into a world of dark fantasy novel that I didn’t finish reading.
The good news was I kind of remember something from this novel. The bad news was I kind of remember something from this novel.
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I was raised in a churched funded orphanage. I didn’t know who my parents were.
If I had to confess, I felt a bit relieved that they send me here instead of raising me. Since I technically hijacked their baby’s body. Thus, made me not their baby.
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Sometimes I wonder if they realized this?
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I felt sorry for the real owner of this body… but, thank you.
Because, I wanted to lived.
Because, I wanted to be happy.
And because, I’m sure you would want to live and be happy too.
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So, I promised you this. I would live a good lived. I would live a happy lived.
For you…for me…
So, thank you again, my benefactor… Leonard Mitchell.
