Last Tuesday, at exactly 7:00 PM, I decided to check out of life. My apartment was spotless, my debts were calculated, and the only loose end was Barnaby, my twelve-year-old Golden Retriever, and the grumpy veteran next door who hadn’t said a word to me in three years.
You wouldn’t have known I was drowning if you looked at my social …
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