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    I dunno, said Jess. Some party some depends on?

    ry and get a cab to go somein.

    knoh London, Jess said.

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    Give me your mobile and Ill make some calls, said Jess.

    So Martin gave  to ted to be told where we were going.

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    First of all, Ill  I scored very .

    Becks Suicide Intent Scale. Ill bet you didnt even kno somety-one out of ty points, h, as you can imagine.

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    tions  s are t t. Beck calls isolation and timing. No one near by in visual or vocal contact gets you top marks, as does Intervention  argue t as  in Nort popular suicide nigervention  inevitable; I er by saying t  being dim. Dim or grotesquely self-absorbed, take your pick.

    And yet, of course, if it  been for teemi