Without the pain of your signifigant fall, you land in a freshly mowed lawn. Rolling across the short grass, it tickles the bottom of your neck. You come to a stop on your side facing the street. At the moment, no one was around. You didn't really think this through, now you were just a head with no way of getting back on your own. You lay there for awhile wondering what's become of your body.
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