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I see how people die.

It only happens the first time I touch someone. A handshake. My arm brushing yours on the subway. All of it. So much noise, every day and all the time. Drives a girl crazy after a while. If there's no skin contact, my head belongs to me for a few more seconds each day.

I've seen every scenario. Except for one.

I've never played an active role in a death. That is, until now.

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July 25th 2019- October 8th 2019