PREDATOR IN A PINAFORE DRESS Tre Luna
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Andrew faced the wind, each step a struggle as he made his way across the Golden Gate Bridge. A foghorn moaned in the darkness, and mist surrounded him as he strode with reluctant determination toward the center of the span. Andrew was sweating despite the cold. His bizarre goal of committing suicide wasn’t how he’d envisioned his first ever visit to the iconic bridge. Though he clearly wasn’t the only one, judging by the many signs he passed with encouraging messages about life, not to mention red crisis phones.
This isn’t about me, it’s about those who will come after if I don’t act, Andrew thought, brows drawn so tightly his face hurt. He was nearly alone on the span—it was three thirty in the morning, too early for even the mos
