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I turn to look at who's there, and see a man who looks old, wearing a black shirt and a red trouser, with a blond hair.

"Who are you?" I ask trying to hold my tears.

"I am David, call me Dave." He sighs. 

"So why did you stop me from doing what I want to do?" I ask, a drop of tear coming out of my mouth as he sits on the head of the big fountain.

"My dear, please have you sit." He puts his two hands at his both sides on the head, as I sit close to him crying.

"Why are you crying?" He asks.

"You can't understand Dave." I sniff in.

"Why?" He uses his left hand to hold my hand.

"Because you are not in my position." I begin to sob as he sighs.

"I might not be, but I can advice you."

"Well, okay."

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"And so that is my story." I continue sobbing.

"So, you wanted to commit suicide