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Maybe she hated being out of control, knowing that someone or something else was dictating her fate. Because it’s really not fair. A drunk driver runs a red light, and you end up dead. A guy in a movie theater coughs on you, and you catch some rare, fatal disease. You sit in class minding your own business, and there’s the kid from sixth period holding a gun in his hand. Why should other people be in control? Why should someone else get to choose when you die?
