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There's Lumberthing I don't want to tell you
Ripley committed suicide tonight.
It's to late at night to call my family and tell them this. You guys.... I don't fucking know |
I don't know what to do.
I'm sorry |
She's not going to get better. She's not sick. She was fine. Now she's dead.
She decided to die. To not be alive anymore. I saw her dead body. She drank sodium nitrate. Why? |
She was going to a concert. She showed us a video montage of her group of friends at college. We talked about her having those friends for years to come, and how awesome it was that she had this video to look back at when they got together. She...
I didn't know her well enough |
Sorry. Give me a couple days
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I'm going to sleep now. When I wake up, I want this to all be a bad dream.
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DUDE !!!!!!!
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OMG.
I'm so sorry Jim. |
It's still true this morning?
God |
wow...that's awful, man
I don't know who Ripley is: your daughter?
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Henry, she's his daughter.
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Holy fucking shit. I'm so sorry, Jim. I'm so sorry.
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glatt
yeah, I thought that was it...jeez, but this is a rough road for them
## I'm gonna light a candle for you and yours, Jim. |
Jim, are you going to be with your family today? Have you called them yet? You need to be somewhere where loved ones can hug you and you can hug them. Have you seen Spencer yet? I don't remember if he lives anywhere near you now.
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God, man, I'm sobbing for you. I didn't know her, but I knew her, you know? This sucks so hard.
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