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If He Dies We're All Screwed

One day you phone and all you'll hear, a dialling tone. Next time you call, the battery is dead. I'm unconscious, plastic bag on my head. Was it something you said? One more thing before I'm dead and I'm thinking . . . as I lie . . . as I bleed . . . "What size screwdriver do you need?"
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Written by
SazKells
Other / Lancashire. UK
Published
Oct 13, 2018
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14·61
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Telephone call, overheard

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#suicide#death#dead#screwed#fucked
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