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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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"Miss Adams and the Granted Permissions"
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The time was 8.59 in the morning, and she was late for work. A quick
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breakfast, an even quicker shower and then she had to rush. But just as
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she was about to touch the handle and leave her little apartment, someone
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rang on her door bell. She sighed and opened the door.
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"Miss Adams!" the little man saluted her. He wore a grey suit and in his
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hand he had a little briefcase. Behind him stood another man, wearing the
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same type of clothes and smiling like a lunatic.
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"Yes, how pleased to meet you, who-ever-you-are," said (Miss) Jessica
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Adams, "but I'm in a quite of a hurry right now..."
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"Ah, but I have wonderful news for you!" said the little man.
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"Wonderful news?"
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The little man balanced his suitcase on the top of his right leg, opened
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it, and brought up a paper. He looked up, while fumbling with a pen, and
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said: "Oh, you really gonna like this, really, really gonna..."
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"I sure hope so. I'm really, really late for work..."
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"Work?" the little man asked, looking quite surprised.
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"Yes. Work."
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"How strange. Thought people of your kind didn't go to work. Anyway..."
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He began to read from the paper, with a very formal voice: "The State has
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today (there's a date here too, Miss Adams, but I guess you know which date
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it's today) granted Miss Jessica Adams the permission to fulfil that desire
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she expressed in her application form (A435). If she is not able to fulfil
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that desire she expressed in her application form (A435), The State will
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arrange all the help needed for fulfilling that desire she expressed in her
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application form (A435)."
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The little man looked at her, his eyes wide open and a huge smile on his
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face. Jessica looked at the little man, completely confused.
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"Application form?" she asked.
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"A435."
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"Granted?"
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"Yes, yes!"
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"Desire?"
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"Suicide."
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"What!?" she screamed. The little man almost fell into the arms of the
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man behind him. She was about to shut the door and forget about the
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encounter with the little man, but she knew that she had to find out what
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was going on.
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"Listen," she said after she had calmed down, "I'm not in the mood for
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a suicide. And I've never been."
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"Oh, yes you have. Five years ago, you sent this application form to..."
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"Five years ago!? Five years!"
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"The State works slowly, but effectively."
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She had a flashback. Sitting in a empty bar, feeling low since she had
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been unfaithful to her husband, drinking bad whiskey, crying, feeling sad
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because he had left her, signing some paper, giving it to some man that
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resembled her of a rock-n-roll priest, going home, waking up, feeling better
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(if one does not count the hangover), forgetting it all; end of flashback.
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"Alrighty then, I sent you, uh, The State, whoever, a paper five years
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ago, but I've changed my mind. I wanna live, okay?"
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The little man raised his hand.
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"Perhaps this will change your mind!" he said and snapped his fingers.
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The other man, still smiling, stepped forward and opened up a briefcase in
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front of her face.
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"A fine set of tools, don't you say?" said the little man.
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She looked into the briefcase. It contained one pistol, one revolver, a
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long rope, one injection needle, a hammer and a nail, one dynamite stick
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(and a match box), pills, some strange white powder, car keys, subway
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tickets, a long hose and a box with two cables coming out of it ("Harry's
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Portable Electrocution Chair").
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"Thanks, but no thanks."
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"But! I can assure you, these are the best available..."
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She shut the door. Looking through the little peep hole, she saw the man
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walk away with his companion and the briefcases.
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"Thank God..." she mumbled and took a deep breath. She was about to leave
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the apartment for work, when the door bell rang again. Violently, she opened
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the door.
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"Didn't I just say that I didn't want..."
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Outside the door stood two other men. They also wore grey suits, big
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smiles and suitcases.
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"Miss Adams!" one of them saluted her.
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"What it is now?"
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The man who had saluted her snapped his fingers. The other man opened
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up his suitcase. It contained one pistol, one revolver, etcetera.
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"Your ex-husband (Pete Adams) has been granted permission to fulfil his
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desire, that he expressed in his application form, five years ago. However,
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since he's unavailable today, he will not be able to fulfil his desire by
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himself. So The State will do it for him."
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"Let me guess: he has been granted the permission to commit suicide? By
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the way, what has that got to do with me?"
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The man laughed and shook his head.
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"No, no, Miss Adams. Not suicide. Homicide."
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gnn
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