Gentle Goodbye

It was a beautiful English summers day. He had found a secluded spot in the park. He sat under a tree and mused as he listed to the birds tweeting and chirping.

He wondered what they were talking to each other about. He started getting paranoid. He thought they were all looking at him, jeering and talking about him.

He pulled the trigger and eased comfortably into the silence.

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