I tried to proofread the note, but I kept getting teardrops
on it.
I tried to calm down, tried to bring my emotions under
control. But I just couldn’t, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
I got up from the desk and went to the fridge, hoping to
calm myself with food. But the jar of pickles she left was in there.
So then I sat back down at the desk, and tried to proofread
the note again. But then I gave up and did the deed.
Before I passed out I noticed I was getting blood drops on
it.
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