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Sam: Well, where is Michael tonight?
Charlie: Oh, he shot himself last May.
I kinda wish he'd left a note. You know what I mean?
the perks of being a wallflower

He had hundreds of them.

We blew them up, put them under car wheels,
tossed them off roofs.

He would sit at the bottom of a long set of stairs,
yelling up for me to SEND THEM DOWN!

So I would, throwing them down one at a time,
listening to the echoes as they bounced toward him.

"One day I'll lose them all,"
he used to joke.

Funny guy, he was.

I don't think anything was going to stop
what was going to happen,
but I wish I had told him I would miss him.