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It was a cold afternoon. He didn’t know what to do. Should he go for a jog? Water the plants? Maybe grab a snack? He still has a hangover. As he was hazily remembering bits and pieces from last night he noticed the bruise. Now it is not that hazy, he clearly remembers the brawl. Suddenly he feels hungry. Maybe he will go out and grab a snack. He went to the living room and noticed his jacket lying on the floor. He picked it up and found the telephone number in one pocket and the gun in the other.

He decided to kill himself.