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           Fourminutes. 

           Tylerandmeattheedgeoftheroof,theguninmymouth,I’mwonderinghowcleanthisgunis. 

           Threeminutes. 

           Thensomebodyyells. 

           "Wait,"andit’sMarlacomingtowardusacrosstheroof. 

           Marla’scomingtowardme,justmebecauseTyler’sgone.Poor. Tyler’smyhallucination,nothers. Fastasamagictrick,Tyler’sdisappeared. AndnowI’mjustonemanholdingaguninmymouth. 

           "Wefollowedyou,"Marlayells."Allthepeoplefromthesupportgroup. Youdon’thavetodothis.Putthegundown." 

           BehindMarla,allthebowelcancers,thebrainparasites, themelanomapeople,thetuberculosispeoplearewalking,limping,wheelchairingtowardme. 

           They’resaying, "Wait." 

           Theirvoicescometomeonthecoldwind,saying, "Stop." 

           And, "Wecanhelpyou." 

           "Letushelpyou." 

           Acrosstheskycomesthewhop,whop,whopofpolicehelicopters. 

           Iyell,go.Getoutofhere.Thisbuildingisgoingtoexplode. 

           Marlayells, "Weknow." 

           Thisislikeatotalepiphanymomentforme. 

           I’mnotkillingmyself,Iyell.I’mkillingTyler. 

           IamJoe’sHardDrive. 

           Iremembereverything. 

           "It’snotloveoranything,"Marlashouts,"butIthinkIlikeyou,too." 

           Oneminute.