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All this talk of getting older. Is bringing me down my love
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| Is there any point? Why bother living. Charley's right. 37 is a terrible age to be. | |
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| This looks like the chap I'm here for | |
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Like a cat in a bag. Just waiting to drown. This time I won't come down
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| That's it. I'm doing it. God, I hate myself for my weakness. I wonder if this knife will hurt? | |
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| Hurry up then. I haven't got all day. There's all those students to deal with after this. Friday's always a busy day | |
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But suddenly when all seemed to be lost. The world suddenly seemed to be a brighter and happier place.
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| Dear Sir, you have won first prize in a pie eating contest. Please collect your prize forthwith. You have won a cuntshovel | |
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| Fuck me. Not another last minute reprieve | |
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