Personal Narrative-Assisted Suicide

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The second Sodapop and I went through the front door on Friday evening, I just threw myself at my dad's window chair and closed my eyes without bothering to take off my coat, work shoes, or even the tool belt. My mind was in an overdrive as I sat with my chin in my hand, watching the street through the open curtains. "Then I saw something that made my mind (and heart) stop completely: the blue Corvair stopped at the parking lot at the end of our street, and what looked like a group of Socs was crowded with something that lay on the sidewalk.""Soda ...?" I called through the screen door, I knew that he and Steve saw a Corvair, they were silent and looked down the street ... I hung my tool belt next to Soda's jacket and came out for a better

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