Paid in full -- my debt, and yours

After living what I felt was a “decent” life, my time on earth came to the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a courthouse. The doors opened, and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table. As I looked around, I saw the “prosecutor.” He was a villainous-looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He was definitely the evilest person I had ever seen. I sat down and looked to my left, and there sat my attorney,...

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