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Should Have Stayed Home

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…

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