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𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟻𝚙𝚖, 𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛'𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟶 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎? 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜. '𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗 𝟷𝟾-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙴𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎...' 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜.
𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚝? 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚜. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 "𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢." 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎? 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 "𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎!" 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝.
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FantasyIt happens that two high schoolers who aren't close but are friends finally date each other, but one of them mysteriously dies. Many people think of $ui8ide, but was it really?
