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Tyler got it from Jack that Marla took what was left of a bottle of Xanax and was throwing herself around her crummy (yet spacious) apartment. Tyler picked up the phone and listened briefly before making the decision to go over there. This wasn't a for real suicide thing, this was one of those cry-for-help things. Still, he went, forgetting about the soap he had to sell the next day. Probably a mistake, but what the hell? "You got here fast, she said, "Did I call you?" He just smiles and walked in. Moments later there was another knock. "Oh, shit," she exclaimed, "Somebody called the cops."


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