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Give you me

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and then... the door on the roof leading to the stairwell opened. another boy walked in... just in time to see a figure leap off the ledge. the boy screamed and immediately dropped his food tray. red pasta sauce and yellow, stringy noodles spilled onto the floor along with a carton of milk. red sauce bloomed in the white milk like blood slowly trickling onto snow. the boy sprinted forward, clutched the railing and peered down , his heart pounding. sweat dripped down his face. did that person... just commit suicide in front of his eyes? looking at the floor seven storeys below, he saw a limp body lying in a pool of crimson.

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