SAM
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Sam was a friend of mine. At least I thought he was until one day I found him dead in outside our house. Lying by the back door, a piece of paper was in his left hand. It read:
Joe,
You taught me how to live,
You taught me how to die,
Heights really kill you, don't they??
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