Splat.

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Laying in her pitch-dark room, she cried. Loneliness crept in from all comers of her bedroom like ants to road kill. It surrounded her on all sides: a sheet of sadness. She couldn't bear it anymore. She stood up suddenly with red eyes and opened her third-story apartment building and looked to down. Strange. Yesterday the hight didn't seem so dizzying. She crawled through and dangled her feet over the edge, pondering her life. Suddenly, angry at the world, she screamed. A bloodcurdling cry of agony. And in that moment she decided to just... Fall.

Splat.

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