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"Emm, excuse me? What happened and why am I involved?"   I asked, without even bothering about the another agent that was talking some shit on the phone.


"Nothing wrong boy, just another suicide attempt."   Replied the FBI agent that was driving the SUV. He wasn't that shocked at all. Maybe because he's used to this kind of cases already.


"What do you mean? Suicide? But Nathan doesn't have any problems,as far as I know, he's always happy, like real happy!"   I replied, trying my best to dig out some dirt from the FBI agent.


"Boy, listen to me, you're a guy right?"   He seem pissed this time.


"Yeah, it's obvious"    I replied, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible.


"Do you share your problems and feelings?"


"What? No! I don't!" I answered in a freaked out voice.


"Ah-ha, that's what your friend did boy, that's what your friend did."All Rights Reserved

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The Citizen Soldier (DNF) by CheetahBoi

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