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Sometimes you have a bad day but you wake up the next day and start anew. Bleeding out in a dark alley, Damon Flint was sure tomorrow would never come. His day started having overslept. Rushing to get ready the young accountant nicked himself shaving, little did he know this would not be the last time he would bleed today. He only had to walk a few blocks after his car broke down, in a record downpour. Soaking wet and an hour late, Damon is called into the bosses office. Because of a typo, the young man cost the company millions of dollars and was quickly shown the door. Hours later, he limped into a bar. Briefcase missing along with several teeth, Damon orders a drink seeking to drowned his sorrows. It didn't take long for him to chat up the wrong girl, and that is when the three guys dragged him out the back door. The hot lead still burned within his bullet riddled flesh as the morphons began to permeate his body. To most people wakening up on a cold metal slab is a nightmare come true, not for Damon Flint. He walked out of that morgue with a smile on his face because it is a new day, and after the day he just had there was nowhere to go but up.
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