Delivery “One pinaeapple pizza with pepperoni. That will be $9.99.” “Umm, I am not sure I want this.” “Isn’t this flat number 43? Isn’t your name Suzie Collins?” “It is. It is. It’s just I don’t eat pineapple. I’m allergic. It gets bad...if I don’t take my meds, I could bite the dust.” “Wow. Then why order it?” “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I ran out of sleeping pills and am too scared to try the noose.” “Hmm. Have you tried counselling? I go twice a month.” “Really? I’ve never been. Does it help?” “It does help. The cutting stops and you start feeling better.” “Isn’t it expensive? Therapy I mean?” “It is. I work two jobs. But I’m healthier now and am going to graduate soon.” “That’s wonderful. I work a dead end job in IT, what are you majoring in?” “I’m an Art major. Do you like to code?” “That’s nice. I used to like coding. I don’t like my boss.” “Then why not switch?” “I’m scared.” “And death is better?” “It’s finite.” “I think so too. I used to think of ending things fo...
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