Another wrong turn.
She came down to the bridge to end it all, to jump off into the cold March waters. To feel her weight and the weight of her burdens become weightless as the water lapped over her in one last shivering embrace. Then she saw that the bridge was closed. The pylons and arches were there, but the platform was gone. There was nowhere to jump from. She sighed. It was just another in all the wrong turns in her life, and like all the others, she would just have to learn to live with it.
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