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a friendly schoolmate let me borrow his comic book collection. everything was fine until under extreme mental distress, i began noticing reflections of my life in the comics. it was amusing until my death was foreshadowed and then came true according to book nine, i realized that in fact it was my life that was based on the comics. shortly after my death i was driven to suicide again, anguished by the lack of control i held over my fate. a few days later a girl from school dragged me down to her height by my tie and asked me to kiss her. i realized that this, too, was from the comic and, seeing an opportunity to break away from the book, i refused. when i had escaped to my home, i recieved a text message from her declaring she was making me lunch. i accepted hungrily but then broke into tears remembering book three, when the girl from school made lunch for the boy she likes. after finishing some math problems i began hasty construction of a hangman's noose in the flickering light of a fire on my bed fueled by the comics i had collected. during my work i was tormented by a feeling of forgetting something important. at seven i recieved another text message asking if i preferred rice or pasta. 'rice' i responded, measuring the strength of the noose against my foot. halfway through hanging myself i suddenly remembered that the boy died of choking on rice the day after failing to kill himself for the second time. dissapointed, i cut myself down and went to bed.
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