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    Short story – The Black Dog Has Left The Building

    Trigger warning – suicide. Have you met the black dog because I haven’t? Maybe he drowned… My name is Dylan and I am a mess. I wasn’t always like this. I rocked at my job, smashing my monthly quotas with ease and you should have seen my beautiful wife. Sarah. She was a stunner, and not in that stuck up way, not like the bitches that some of my colleagues were burdened with. She had given him the required two beautiful children and happily gave up her successful career to be a stay at home mum. She played the dutiful and supportive wife, an Oscar winning performance in fact. Yeah,…

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