Fifth of March

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A girl once rushed down the stairs out of fear after she'd seen the girl she and her class dubbed their dead classmate. Her umbrella landed at the bottom of the stairwell first, opening in front of her. She fell neck-first onto its sharp end, her blood sprayed all over.

Some say it was an accident, some say it was involuntary manslaughter. What could it really be?

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