[book three in the suicide series] it was a freaking pencil sharpener, but we weren't paying attention to that. all i could see was tarnished silver and dark red blood. i was happy. he was smiling a crooked kind of smile that made me wonder. you can call it the easy way out. i like to think it's finally setting myself free. who's right? you'll have to figure that out on your own.
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