Chapter 19 The Engagement Ring.
Taking my life would be my only freedom from my miserable situation. Standing at the edge of the bridge, looking down into the darkness below, life was black and forbidding. I scooped a few rocks with my shoe, pushing them off the cliff, ceasing the chirping locusts as they contemplated my next move. Then, came the loud blaring warning of danger from the whistle of an 18-wheeler. I lost my balance and began to fall...
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