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And I just killed somebody.

I beg your pardon?

I just killed somebody.

I'm trying to you. I just killed somebody. You beg your pardon? I just kill somebody. I'm telling you, I just kill somebody.

You're turning myself in.

It's another episode of the award-winning podcast, the 911 callss Podcast. I'm your host, operator, the.

That's how they make me write it whenever I retake the SAT tests. You know what's hard?

Breakups are hard. They come in all flavors and sizes, too, from third grade heartbreaks because someone didn't pick the right

flap on one of those little folded paper things that kids make, and then make you pick a color

or a number, and the game seemingly never ends. Still, the girl who's operating the poorly made origami device isn't playing a

game. She's playing for keeps. And I just picked purple. And purple isn't her favorite color. So I

apparently don't know her well enough to go out with her. And then I'm shunned for the rest of recess,

and her friends run around calling me perp And then I'm shunned for the rest of recess, and her friends run around

calling me perp. But I'm over it now. I'm just a bit more quiet about expressing my affection

for the color of purple. From simple games of a childish heart to divorces and business breakups,

rare is the human who can navigate life without having

to slog through a breakup of some sort at least once. And a breakup gets extra annoying when there

isn't closure. Like when you're working on a long-distance relationship and your girlfriend

lives in an apartment with roommates that you can't stand,

and you're 900 miles apart, and you're having really hard conversation over the phone,

and the tears start flowing, and Trina, your girlfriend's cock blocker of a roommate, who you never liked anyway, gets annoyed hearing

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