I was walking home when I found him in the middle of the bridge, leaning over the edge, looking down at the net jutting out between him and the river far below. I knew the phone meant to be for people like this was probably broken, so I took a shot.
"I presume you've heard that the net is so tight that rather than stopping you, it kills you quicker, right?"
He nodded.
"Yeah, that's a lie they say to make people jump here. I got sleeping pills at home?"
I talked him out if it on the walk home.
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