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It was supposed to be the start of the day. When he had a heart, as fate would have it. Standing next to his hero; eyes open and fixed, distinctive of someone who’s dying. He checked for a pulse and found none. A moment later they arrived, shocked his heart back into action and he was taken to determine what happened and why.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
Heart Attack
It was supposed to be the start of the day. When he had a heart, as fate would have it. Standing next to his hero; eyes open and fixed, distinctive of someone who’s dying. He checked for a pulse and found none. A moment later they arrived, shocked his heart back into action and he was taken to determine what happened and why.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
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