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It is worth noting that these two were from wealthy families and walked around the shops only in order to pick up the next “victim”.
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Sylvia and I started arguing.
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This led her husband to suicide.
Here, too, he behaved like a real man, having shot himself.
He did not take poison, did not rush from the bridge, did not hang himself, as the weak men do, no, he calmly and serenely put a bullet in his temple.
Unfortunately, he did not think about me.
Well, it’s my own fault.
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