One score years ago a baby was born. 20 years later he lives in misery. 20 years later his life is hopeless. I have come to the end. I have a plan. I will drive down to see her this summer one last time. If things do not work out, I will end it, gun to the head. I’m not afraid now. I’ll be free at last.
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