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... coil met its end as he sat alone in his parent's basement, pants hugging his ankles, the blueish-glow of his PC monitor lighting up the dark circles beneath his eyes. And his desk littered with the remnants of his terrible taste in snacks.
It happened on a particularly hot Friday evening.
He had just been rejected for his fifth job application that month, his mother threw out his vintage CD collection and ThunderThighs69 had ghosted him—but he expected that one.
He drowns ...
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