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The Soul

As Harold was dying, he caught a glimpse of his soul leaving his body and departing for hell through the floor.

“Oh no you don’t!” Harold said, grabbing his soul by the ankle and tossing it towards Heaven.

Unfortunately for Harold, he couldn’t throw that high and his soul came plopping back to the floor.

“What was that?” Harold’s mom yelled from the other room.

“Nothing mother,” he replied.

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