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Part One

Chapter One

As I sit here with one foot on either side of the ledge, looking down from twelve stories above the streets of Boston, I can’t help but think about suicide

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I’m more focused on other people, and how they ultimately come to the decision to just end their own lives Do they ever regret it? In the o and the second before they make impact, there has to be a little bit of reround as it rushes toward them and think, “Well, crap This was a bad idea”

Somehow, I think not

I think about death a lot Particularly today, considering I just—twelve hours earlier—gave one of the ies the people of Plethora, Maine, have ever witnessed Okay, maybe it wasn’t the most epic It very well could be considered the uess that would depend on whether you were asking my mother or me My mother, who probably won’t speak to me for a solid year after today

Don’t get h to make history, like the one Brooke Shields delivered at Michael Jackson’s funeral Or the one delivered by Steve Jobs’s sister Or Pat Tillman’s brother But it was epic in its oay

I was nervous at first It was the funeral of the prodigious Andrew Bloom, after all Adored mayor of my hometown of Plethora, Maine Owner of the ency within city lihly adored Jenny Bloo assistant in all of Plethora And father of Lily Blooirl with the erratic red hair who once fell in love with a horeat shame upon her entire family

That would be me I’m Lily Bloom, and Andreas my father

As soon as I finished delivering his eulogy today, I caught a flight straight back to Boston and hijacked the first roof I could find Again, not because I’m suicidal I have no plans to scale off this roof I just really needed fresh air and silence, and daet that from my third floor apartment with absolutely no rooftop access and a roo

I didn’t account for how cold it would be up here, though It’s not unbearable, but it’s not comfortable, either At least I can see the stars Dead fathers and exasperating rooies don’t feel so ahen the night sky is clear enough to literally feel the grandeur of the universe

I love it when the sky nificant