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UGG slowly walks down three flights of stairs. Before he can get outside he sees about forty people, cops speeding onto the scene. Sirens can be heard. With any luck I can be done with this by tomorrow. Then he notices a body that everyone is pointing and looking at, one taking a picture with a cell phone. It almost looks like him. “What happen?” he asks the one he thought he shared a moment with. “He just jumped from forty stories! He’s dead!”

Someone stealing his 15 minutes, couldn’t even kill himself. A failure with a capital F. UGG walks away thinking about work and the girl that still doesn’t know he’s alive.

What a night…