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>>10171750
First few paragraphs of a novel, talk shit about it


In the bathroom mirror, there was the reflection of a man. He was not a brave man. In fact, many people say that what he planned to do was the coward's way out. This man had dark hair and blue eyes. He was a relatively skinny man, weighing approximately 130 at 5 foot 8. He stared intently at the .357 revolver that he held in his right hand. He clicked open the cylinder. It held 6 bullets; hollow points. He closed the cylinder again.

Slowly, he maneuvered the gun up to his temple. His hands started to shake. He pulled back the hammer of his gun. His finger found its way into the trigger guard. He felt fear clutch at his chest. The man became deathly still. Slowly, the man's finger started moving towards the trigger. As soon as his finger touched the trigger, his whole body started trembling. His breath went from slow and steady to frantic and shallow.

He put the gun down on the counter and sat down in the fetal position. Then he started crying and rocking back and forth. He was too much of a coward to take the coward's way out. This was the third time he was too weak to die. He always felt guilty after his nerves failed him. It's his life to take isn't it? Why should he feel bad?