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... ays and the gently shifting air whispering of a season where life began to bud anew. Birdsong fluttered in through the cracked window. It felt as if the birds’ voices danced in delight as they feasted on the insects drawn to the glow of the streetlights.
I had been up since dawn, sitting at the edge of my bed, lost in deep thought as golden morning light shone across the floor. My concern: How can I die quickly, cleanly, and efficiently?
To anyone else, this would sound like the ...
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