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Ah the moral high ground: every erotic fiction reader's first response.

Deciding that you will not inflict yourself upon any celebrities, you check yourself back into hibernation the following day. When you wake up next, you are surrounded by other graceless, slimy denizens of L.A. You tell no one about your adventures 70 years ago, and the most celebrity action you see is seeing Jennifer Lawrence vomiting at the bar two years later.

Earth 2 is a wonderful place, and you live 59 years there with all the rest of humanity slowly tearing it's resources and beauty apart. In most ways, life is perfect, but as you reach yor twilight years and settle down with some character actress from Nevada, you always wonder late at night what could have been, if you hadn't decided to give away your golden ticket.

Then at 83 years of age, you get hit by a bus while crossing the street chasing after seeing a young starlet crossing the street. In the afterlife, you still go to hell, for all the masturbation and for not being a Mormon. And thus your tale ends.

THE END

*[[Get reincarnated as an even dirtier Roy]]

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