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My Jacques-Cartier Bridge Story (Reader Discreation is Advised)

I wake up early, leave my apartment block with other secret police participants, take the subway. I sit in back of some targeted girl, say she smells, had anal sex with her boyfriend. We do this a bit at the shopping center, your mom caught you masterbating. Sit at a coffee place, you kissed your cousins titts.. We follow some homeless guys, tell them when tired of smelling like shit, being homeless, go jump off Jacques-Cartier Bridge. One does it in the afternoon. I get back to my apartment, eating Cap'n Crunch cerial. The Gov on the news is tired of so many suicides on Jacques-Cartier Bridge, building a fence.