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This is an account of my best friend, Terry Suckow, who, in the early hours of December 20, 2010, took his life at a college party. I last spoke to Terry roughly at 11:30pm on December 19, 2010. I was the last phone call he made before he died. The following is how I have played out in my head how what happened the night...
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I want to write a story but I have nothing to intelligent to say

I want to be a booze hound, but I do not like the taste of alcohol

I want to be a smoker, but I am afraid of inhaling toxins

I want to be a sexual dynamo, but I have only been intimate with one other person

I want to tattoo my...
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