Part 18: Bottle On The Table

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He sat there, looking at the empty bottle. The bottle was supposed to be filled with pills, but it wasn’t.

The room was dark other than a slither of morning light coming through a gap in the curtains. 

As he sat there, coffee in hand as usual, he recited in is head all the reasons for doing this.

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