I often complimented Amanda on her hair. "I wish my hair was as long and shiny as yours!" She would acknowledge my words with a slight smile before returning to work.
When I heard of her suicide, I realized I hardly knew her, even though we worked together for years. Would I have been able to help her had I taken time to learn more about her?
Still lost in thought, I returned to my office. My sorrow turned to fear as I reached my chair. Her beautiful long blood soaked hair occupied the seat I had left minutes ago!
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