I stood there on the edge of the bridge, watching as the moon shone off the rivers, hundreds of feet below. I sat on the edge, just staring off. It would be so easy...to just fall. My phone rang, Emma was calling again, I had missed ten calls from her, but I didn't want to worry her, or hear her speech about getting better, cause I wasn't. I was about to scootch off when I heard a noise behind me and turned around. A large, mixed breed dog came walking onto the bridge. "Hey...."
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