chapter one - the past

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"Please Dan. Don't do this. I need you."

The voicemail left on my phone on December 12, 2012, almost made me pause and rethink this.

But I was so sure that this would be right.

But standing before the rope, it swaying gently with the breeze of my open window, all I could see was relief. Even if I had to wait for my darling Phil for him to finish his days, we would both be happier.

I mean, who would love a worthless British faggot like myself?

If only I knew.

"D A N"

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