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PATTY
I’d been paralyzed from the mid-chest down for years with no remembrance of my past life until, three days ago, on Wednesday, out of the blue, I recalled my old life – the accident, and that my name is Lucy Cargo. I was sitting at the table looking out of the open window, drinking coffee. I could hear children playing on the playground across the street. I closed my eyes to focus on them as I enjoy hearing children play when suddenly it all crashed into my head, all of the memories from my past life. The memory of how I killed Jenny, leaving that little fellow without a mother, is haunting. The suicide attempt I remember as well, which left me paralyzed, and I recall attempting it because of the fact I couldn’t live with what I’d done any more. That was three days ago and the la
