It was Christmas Eve in a year that shall remain unidentified. I was in a drab room at the Miami Airport Marriott, writing my suicide journal. I wasn’t melodramatic or even frantic, in ...
It was Christmas Eve in a year that shall remain unidentified. I was in a drab room at the Miami Airport Marriott, writing my suicide journal. I wasn’t melodramatic or even frantic, in ...
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