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I scowled at the letter I was trying to write. It ws straightup impossible to secretly tell Chelsea and Melissa what was going on. Our crude context-dependent ‘code’ hadn’t accounted for anything that was currently happening. “Not with anything that can’t wait. What’s up?”
Max shrugged. “Just felt like going for a walk in the sun. You seem like you need a break.”
O… kay? “Uh, sure. Where in the sun?”
“Not fussed.”
So we went to my favourite little island, where I’d met Terry and Mae. As we strode out onto the beach, Max asked, “Can I borrow your tablet?”
I handed it to him. He turned it off and handed it back.
“What are – ?”
“Do you have any electronics on you?”
“Um. No? We can’t bring them into the school, remember?”
“We’re not allowed to bring them into the school. But you’ve successfully brought an electronic tracker and a polaroid camera in before. I just wanted to be sure you didn’t have anything on you right now.”
“I’m not some kind of tech smuggler. I don’t have anything, but why …?” I glanced at the deactivated tablet in my hands, then back at the cave we’d just walked out of, leaving the range of the school’s intranet. “You think we’re being spied on.”
“No, probably not. I mean, I don’t have any reason to think we are being spied on. We certainly weren’t last semester or we would’ve been stopped before getting to that labyrinth, and I doubt a school has any system in place to just randomly start monitoring specific students. But, well. Last semester I tried being less cautious, and that didn’t work out particularly well, so I’m going back to excessive caution.”
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“That’s… fair. What did you want to talk about that requires ‘excessive caution’?”
“That lake of empowered water. The one over the heart of the spell network.”
“What about it?”
“You’ve ended up in it twice. Do you think you could find it again?”
“Uh, yeah. Probably. It wasn’t that far from the valley we arrived in, so – ”
“Do you think you could show me where it is?”
I stopped walking. “Why? You’re not going to do something… reckless, are you?”
Max laughed. “You’re asking that now?”
“Seriously, you – ”
“No, Kayden, I’m not going to jump into a magical lake and fight off a bunch of tentacle monsters or whatever you’re envisioning.”
“One tentacle monster.”
“How do you know there’s only one?”
“… Good point.”
“That room was the heart of the labyrinth. It stands to reason that the lake above is probably the centre of the school. I want to re-orient my maps around it.”
“You’re still mapping the school? You already found out it’s a giant runic circle. What more could you want to know?”
“I haven’t mapped most of that runic circle yet, and even if I had, that’s a nice step forward but it doesn’t in itself give us a proper map. I have a theory that they may have anchored the translocational – ”
“Okay, okay,” I said before he could launch into a lecture about whatever fascinating bit of magical cartography had caught his interest. “I can take you right now. Come on.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were entering the caves where I’d seen di Fiore meet with his forger. Max crouched by a stream of empowered water and let it run over his fingers, fascinated. “There really is rather a lot of it, isn’t there?”
“Um, yeah. A lakeful.” I started leading the way downstream. “My running theory had been that there’s some kind of natural wellspring of empowered water here, somehow. Like how sometimes nature will make bits of glass or soap or whatever? I figured the higher-ups in Skolala Refujeyo had stumbled on this huge supply, and moved the school over here to take advantage of it and claimed they’d created a secret industrial process and that’s why nobody’s been able to discover or replicate said process. But lately I’ve been thinking that doesn’t really make much sense.”
“No?”
“I told Saina about this and as she pointed out, there’s no reason to move the school for that. Building this school into a mountain was a massive operation, and yes, there’s a lot more to the school than just empowered water, but when you’re looking at a project that all full of complications and costs and probably a lot of property and political disputes, I don’t think a natural reserve of empowered water is going to factor into your decision-making process. Easier to build some kind of industrial outpost here for it. That can’t be the reason the school is here.”
“And yet it’s certainly an unusual way to store manufactured empowered water,” Max said. “You think it’s a natural source and they coincidentally found it here and decided to actor it into building? Or they manufacture it and let it run through a network of streams for some obscure reas – oh.” He rubbed at the mage mark on his arm. “You think this is what the corridors are generating energy for? On top of maintaining the portals and ventilation systems and intranet and whatnot, you think they built the school like this to… make cheap potions?”
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I grinned. “Yep!”
“That’s a very… hmm.”
“You think I’m wrong?”
“I don’t have anything to dispute the theory, I suppose, it’s just sort of… well, who creates a secret esoteric web of corridors and puts a bunch of students in it to secretly harvest magic from their movements to mass produce potion ingredients? That’s such a boring reason!”
I burst out laughing.
“You know what I mean! I just feel like if you’re going to go to that kind of trouble, you should be motivated by something better than manufacturing efficiency! You should have a world domination plot or, or be pursuing secret forbidden knowledge, or something!”
“It is a world domination plot,” I pointed out. “Potions used to be unbelievably difficult and expensive to produce. Now we can make them on a whim, as practice, because empowered water is so freely available. Potioncrafting is a major industry that’s entirely dependent on one source of empowered water – this source. Most potioncrafters don’t even learn to empower their own water any more; it’s just not practical. Everyone relies on this place, and whoever controls this source controls the most portable and versatile form of magic practiced in the world.”
“Okay, fine, but it’s just a boring economic world domination plot. They don’t count.”
“Well if you’re really lucky, I’m entirely wrong and it’ll be something way more sinister involving long dark robes and a, a glowing chalice. And chanting.”
“There had better be chanting. If we’ve risked our lives so much and we don’t even get to see any sinister chanting I’m going to register a complaint. I – oh.”
We’d reached the lake. Or at least, we’d reached the end of the tunnel, where it opened high above the lake – I wasn’t going to walk over the edge and fall in again. The stream of water under our feet flowed out and down, down into the water below. The light from our tablets bounced as feeble beams off the surface, illuminating basically nothing.
“That’s, um, big,” Max noted.
“Believe me, I know.”
“And below there…”
Below there was a cavern with somewhat gelatinous, semitransparent walls, full of junk that, if the presence of my rock climbing equipment was any indication, had been thrown or lost in the lake. Below there was a skeleton etched in exotic runes, and the stuff we’d had with us on our journey through the labyrinth of dreams, and nothing that Max had expected to find.
“Well,” Max said. “That’s, um… okay. I can use this as a, a centrepoint. Thank you for showing me this.”
“No problem.”
He stared out over the water for a bit, then gave himself a little shake, and we started to head back. When we got close enough to the cave entrance to navigate without the light, I deactivated my tablet and put it away.
“So,” I said, “while we’re still out of range of the intranet… any thoughts on that creepy prophecy from when we were down there?”
“I have been considering the situation.”
“Is that Max-speak for ‘I still have no idea’?”
“No.” Max didn’t elaborate right away. He walked out into the sunlight of the valley, stroked his beard and said hesitantly, “After everything last term, I got the impression that you didn’t appreciate me acting on my own for your protection.”
“Well you certainly got the right impression, then! Don’t do that again.”
“Right. I just… I have a theory, but it’s… just a theory. And I really don’t think you’re going to like it. I’d rather not tell you, to be honest, but, well…”
“Is this something I have a right to know?”
“… Probably, yes.”
“Then tell me.”
“Well. Uh. Let me just find a copy of the prophecy…”
“I know the prophecy, Max.”
“Sure, but the specific wording of a prophecy is important, so if you misremember – ”
“In a time that’s mostly been, a Hero dreamed a thousand dreams. A goal, a wish upon a star, a kiss blown to travel far. In a time that’s partly been, a Child screams a thousand screams. Imprisoned in the buried heart it pushes, presses, tries to start. In a time that’s not yet been, the Hero dies, the Child free, Breaks mirrors, chains, and crushes pearls, to rise from the top of the world. The Hero’s life cannot be saved, the Child will not be enslaved. But jailers have a chance to choose just how much they wish to lose. Safety has a simple price – a single Child sacrifice. Prepare its heart in offering, and be the music – climb, and sing.”
Max stared.
I shrugged. “I’ll forget my own name before I forget that prophecy. You had a theory.”
“Right.” He cleared his throat. “You remember the first time you heard the first half, in Duniyasar? You came up with a theory about the identities of the Child and the Hero then.”
“Yeah. I thought it was my and Kylie’s spells. But that was disproven.”
“No – the part where you thought it was about your spell destroying Kylie’s was disproven. Your logic for identifying the actors wasn’t. And now we have more context.”
I frowned. “You think this is about our spells?”
“I think that the Child is your spell. Being imprisoned in a heart is a pretty clear reference. Pushing against such a prison as it ‘tries to start’ is self-explanatory, I think.”
I nodded. “The spell’s going to awaken.”
“Exactly. It takes place ‘in a time that’s partly been’, so I think we can interpret that as it being at risk of awakening at any time during a period that had already started, but was far from over, when the prophecy was given. The obvious possibility is you being at Refujeyo, but it could refer to any number of situations.”
“Bringing us to the time that’s not yet been – the future, where it awakens. Quite violently, it sounds like. So who’s the Hero, then? If my spell’s not a risk to Kylie’s, then it’s not hers, right?”
“I… I think the Hero is you, Kayden.”
I took a moment to digest this. Shook my head. “That… that can’t be right. It always calls me the Heartbo – ”
“It’s a prophecy. It will call you whatever it needs to call you to get it point across. Just because it’s called you the Heartbound in two prophecies doesn’t mean it can’t ever call you something else. We got the complete prophecy almost immediately after you were, as those other prophecies put it, ‘chosen by Destiny’. If I wanted to come up with one word to describe somebody chosen by destiny, ‘Hero’ wouldn’t be too bad a description.”
“M-maybe. But it’s not a good description, either. Just because Kylie’s spell happens to be called the Destiny, calling her familiar a ‘hero’ is… it’s not even good wordplay. It’s reaching enough to be actively deceptive.”
“It wouldn’t be the first thing that Fionnrath’s Destiny has done that could possibly be actively deceptive, would it?”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I don’t think…” but I couldn’t help remembering, down in the labyrinth, a mirror image of myself invisibly restrained, claiming to be my spell and wanting freedom. I still didn’t think it was actually my spell – my spell was dormant, and even if it hadn’t been, the chance that I also had a spell powerful enough for that kind of coherence would be a coincidence bordering on the ludicrous – but… but that was an illusion created by spells, with help from my own brain. So did that mean that that kind of characterisation, a spell trapped and ‘screaming’, made ‘sense’ to the spells? That a prophecy, trying to communicate, would choose that kind of description?
I put a hand on my heart. And felt nothing, of course.
“I’m a bit confused about dreaming a thousand dreams, though,” Max admitted. “I don’t know what the prophecy is trying to tell us there.”
“I do,” I said quietly. “During the Initiation, that thing made of prophecies said… a lot, actually, most of it nonsense. But it warned me about the Destiny, as you know, so if it communicates in the same sort of way as the Destiny… well. One of the things it told me is that a collection of thoughts is a dream. So, dreaming a thousand dreams would be just… thinking, conceiving of things. Having thoughts and experiences. Living.”
“In a time that’s mostly been,” Max said.
I nodded. If we were parsing this right… my life was mostly over. The time I was in danger, was now. And it would end with a curse awakening, probably quite violently.
“So we just have to find a way to stop it,” Max said. “These prophecies are warnings, right? They can be stopped.”
“I’m not the one being warned,” I said. “The hero can’t be saved, the child won’t be enslaved. The spell awakening and my death is a foregone conclusion. The warning is for the ‘jailers’, who apparently lose… something… if this is allowed to go ahead. Probably my spell is one of those really dangerous ones that’s going to kill people when it awakens? The prophecy isn’t about saving me; it’s about what to do to save other people.”
A single Child sacrifice. Prepare its heart in offering.
The way to stop the “Child” from awakening was to kill me.
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Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭
This isn’t high school. Grow up and move on.
Out of Canada’s 4,012 suicides last year, 3,058 were by men.
If you or someone you know is thinking about suicide, call or text 9-8-8. Support is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week through 9-8-8: Suicide Crisis Helpline.
Then don’t give People a reason to post. Just don’t abuse, and be a bad person. SIMPLE
Quite the opposite 😂😂😂 and can’t use it from what is going around
😂🤣😂🤣 if you say so. Sure can use ot well
If you say so…lol.kinda small, but teach him how to use it. Vanilla boy🤣 now that’s boring
Another one bites the dust.
How many people do you trust nowadays? How often do you have sympathy for someone? There shouldn’t be an answer. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t look deep into someone’s desperate eyes and see their soul wail help. No matter how melancholy, enraged, or ashamed. Don’t aid them back to health. You know why? Because that person has a 67% chance of being a clone. Copy and pasted. So you, reading this story, are blessed you aren’t a clone yet. You’re not one of them. Yet.
Approximately three years ago, Dr Quintendo III, a mental scientist, had managed to turn a typical computer to life. Which meant he would be capable of thrusting objects into a computer screen, and you would observe it ambushed inside the screen. He would lure you into his basement by bribing you with money, food, or really anything they were struggling with. Then, he would push you into the screen, get his mouse and click copy and paste. How did Dr Quintendo create this great invention? No one knows. No one knows what’s running inside a mental person’s head. Especially since Dr Quintendo III was mute. His opinions and wacky thoughts weren’t claimed. No one had the indications to stop him because they all thought he was a purely honest man. You would think that you would get used to being mute. But no. Quintendo had bottled up all of these immense feelings, and to get vengeance on these narcissistic outsiders. He would replace amiable people who attempted to comfort him but instead offended with a clone. These clones hurt people feelings. These clones were going to help Quintendo do things to people what they did to him. These clones were his new best friends.
He had clones of his parents, teachers, neighbours, and friends. But what did he do with these innocent victims? They were his assistants. Foot massages, watered plants, and bills were at the tip of his fingers. Every time he asked for a favour, he would bribe them with going back to their normal lives. But obviously, that wasn’t the case. Even though the assistants knew every time he would bribe them with going back to their usual lives, he wouldn’t, they were still threatened with the thought of what he was going to do. Faithfully, on the 4th of August, 2016, a new victim was brought into his home. While Quintendo was asking the assistant to clean out the basement, she had asked him if he wanted an air freshener, and while she was at it, she pushed him into the computer screen, got the mouse and clicked delete.
Dr Quintendo III was then to be trapped inside the computer for the rest of his life. Because of him, he made the world the worst place to be in. Because of him, he had contrived bullies. Because of him, he contrived fear.
Let’s start, and end, with the shirts. Dressing is a big deal to me — ever since I (a) became single, and (b) lost 60 pounds, I’ve become something of a clotheshorse. I don’t know the etymology of that expression, but it’s such a neat word I wanted to use it. (Am I like a sawhorse, but for clothing instead of sawing?)
At any rate, I’ve started shopping at the smallest, snottiest, exclusiviest (I know, not a word) little men’s boutiques I can find. At first I was content merely having the guys at Nordstrom all know me by name (and call me when they got a new season’s worth of fashions), but that was merely a gateway (like marijuana in the eyes of conservatives) to littler shops, where each individual thread in a garment has a value measured in dollars, not pennies.
Sadly, these kinds of shirts require dry-cleaning, which requires that I make it to the dry-cleaner. This is something of an issue for me, because I’m wont to keep odd hours, and because when I’m awake I’m usually working (c.f. “being single, the suckiness inherent therein”). So, for the last week, in preparation for WWDC, I’ve been driving around with a big blue laundry bag full of dirty shirts in the passenger seat of my pimp ride.
I should mention that, when I was a wee lad, I had visions of one day getting a pimp ride, so that when I passed pretty women on the side of the street who were forlornly walking somewhere, I could pull up and say, “Hey, mamasita, you want a ride?” I’ve since been informed that women find this, in fact, really creepy, so I’ve never actually done it, but I have to mention that every guy has a fantasy of one day doing this, even while admitting this fantasy is in direct opposition to any possible reality.
[I should also mention that should I wish to Jackson out and hit on 12-year-old boys, instead of women, a pimp ride is the perfect way to go. The number of times I’ve had 12-year-old boys yell out “pimp-de-pimp-pimp-pimp!” to me when I drive by is surprisingly high, considering I had previously never heard the “pimp-de-pimp-pimp-pimp” call and have no idea what it means. But for 12-year-olds it’s some kind of lingua franca.]
At any rate, you can imagine how cool it is to drive by a pretty woman walking in the rain and think, “Hey, I should offer her a ride… wait, then she’d have to have my big bag of stinky shirts in her lap… that’d probably strike her as pretty strange… possibly even frightening.”
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So it is that, when packing for WWDC 2005, I only took one good shirt with me. Mind you, this was a really good shirt. This shirt was made in London by a guy named Ted or James or some such, which to me lends instant credibility to it, because as much as I love (the blue states in) my country, when I think of America I think of rebels, I think of individualists, I think of can-do spirit and an indomitable dedication to individual freedoms and happiness. But I don’t think, “nice shirts!”
London, on the other hand, has class and panache, and Ted/James clearly was the latest in a long line of shirt-makers who had, for generations, been making shirts for discerning gentlemen, not carrying guns, and/or shipping off criminals to unsettled countries.
Nor is the cotton in this shirt simply from normal cotton plants, oh no. It’s grown someplace exotic, like Morocco, and it seems to carry a slight scent of the spices of distant lands on it. Bury your face in this shirt and you can almost hear Bogey whispering, “Listen, kid, this shirt is bigger than the both of us…”
I’ve received about five or so unsolicited compliments in this shirt, which is five more than I have in any other shirt. Guys don’t get complimented on shirts a lot, unless they say, “Hey, look at this shirt,” which I admit I’ve done a couple times, but I’m saying I’ve been complimented on this shirt without fishing for it, five times.
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And so I wore this shirt on Tuesday at WWDC 2005, because Tuesday was the day of the Apple Design Awards. My previous company had won a number of these when I was running it, and so this award had a personal meaning to me. This was the first time my new company had entered, and I had high hopes. And, should I win, I wanted to be up on that stage smiling at the crowd while looking fine in my shirt that combined the best parts of London and Morocco.
And here’s where the story take a tragic turn, because, in their unknowable yet infallible wisdom, Apple suddenly decided the Design Awards would be on Wednesday. I found this out late Tuesday, and spent the day grousing to all and sundry about how this messed up my plans vis-a-vis the shirt. And everyone agreed that it was, in fact, a very nice shirt, but I should note that I didn’t count these compliments towards my previously-mentioned total of five, because I was really fishing.
For a moment I thought this mishap might end up for the best, because that night several of us nerds ended up at a bar, and in my mildly drunken state I started talking with a pretty lady about… well, I don’t remember. Something, I’m sure. We’ll call her Laurie Anderson, because she looks just like a young Laurie Anderson, and it’ll be more evocative this way. I didn’t exactly hit on Laurie, per se, but I will say I was glad I was wearing a nice shirt. It wasn’t until the next night that one of her friends let me know, in a very friendly manner, that if I had intentions towards Ms. Anderson I might reconsider them, because she was, in fact, as interested in women as I was.
Which was a nice thing to do, frankly, because it’s good to know the boundaries of your relationship with someone right at the start — I like it when women I’m talking to let it be known they have a steady boyfriend, for example, not because I can then cut bait and run, but because I can adjust my expectations and demeanor accordingly, and not embarrass myself or her. For example, you don’t say, “I want to nibble your neck,” to a woman with a boyfriend. Instead, you’d use the more coy, “If you didn’t have a boyfriend, I would certainly be interested in your neck, vis-a-vis the nibbling thereof.” See, it’s all about delivery.
But, upon reflection later that night, I felt I hadn’t made very effective use of my shirt, and so it was with a heavy heart that I finally took it off, realizing that it had been sullied for naught. Actually, I was pretty drunk when I got back to the hotel, so all I remember is thinking how much effort it was to take clothes off and put them in a pile.
—
It was the next afternoon (morning having been lost to C2H5OH), while I was putting on one of my t-shirts and again mentioning how unhappy I was to be thus dressed for the Design Awards, that Mike said, with that clarity of vision associated with the genius, “Hey, you could, like, go buy a new shirt.”
T2 and I looked at each other, and although it may have been that we were both still under the affects of chemicals, we instantly agreed this was why Mike was The Smart One. My day had a purpose now, and my step had a spring to it.
I asked the concierge where I might find a fancy, fashion-forward shirt in downtown San Francisco. I figured this would be a slam-dunk. Here’s a city whose culture ranks up there with New York and Paris. Here’s a city where the rich scions of industry have nothing to do with their money but impress each other with their fancy baubles and ornaments.
She pulled out a map and circled a block. “Here’s a Nordstrom’s!” Wrong, wrong, wrong. First off, Nordstrom’s is NOT fashion-forward, even if they do try to sell orange shirts to golfers in the winter. Second, if I wanted to go to freaking Nordstrom’s, I’d GO TO THE ORIGINAL ONE, RIGHT NEXT TO WHERE I LIVE. I’m in San Francisco. The city by the bay! Wow me with your culture!
“There’s a Saks on 3rd?” NO! No no no no no! You are not getting me. I want a boutique. “Well, Nordstrom’s has different departments, they’re kind of like boutiques…” No! How’d we get back here? Seriously, no!
Then, suddenly, she saw. “Oh, there’s a little place called Pink, you might check that out, if you’re not freaked out by the name.” Lady, I’m a true metrosexual. I’m not worried about my masculinity when I shop. You could tell me the store is called “Sweaty Men in a Bathhouse” and I’d go there if it had Moroccan cotton.
T2 and I jumped into a cab and I immediately bought two “slim-fit” shirts from Thomas Pink, of London. The gentlemen who helped us were classy and helpful without the slightest trace of condescension, which was nice considering I came in wearing a WWDC polo shirt and T2 had what appeared to be an original 1970s “Dark Side of the Moon” T-shirt on.
—
This year was the 10th anniversary of the Apple Design awards, and as such they decided to celebrate by gussing the whole event up, in an homage/parody of the Academy Awards. This struck me as entirely apropos, as I estimate to the 1,000 of us nerds who were there, this was our Academy Awards. This was our Nobel prize. This was our moment.
At the start of the evening one of the high mucky-mucks of Developer Relations, who happens to be a very pretty lady, floated onstage in a drop-dead gorgeous gown. We’ll call her Natasha Richardson because she looks like a Natasha’s younger sister might. (Yes, I know Natasha already has a younger sister.)
There’s another fact you should know at this point, which is that nerds are not, inherently, asexual. We don’t have much success with women, but that doesn’t mean we are immune to their charms. Quite the opposite. We fall under such a spell that we are unable to function, and this renders us so unattractive that it creates a self-perpetuating cycle of desperate singlehood.
So, in that first moment, 1,000 nerds fell in love with Natasha. Well, 996 nerd guys fell in love with her, and the four women in the crowd thought, “Wow, I wonder where she got that dress?” (Laurie Anderson was out partying elsewhere, but I think it’s safe to assume she would have been crushing, too, had she been present.)
As she started to speak a strange calm came over the crowd, as if we were cavemen seeing fire for the first time, or rats hearing a certain piper. There was also some guy in a tux on stage with her, I think. I don’t know if anyone remembers. Maybe he was tall?
Immediately my mind was no longer on whether I won the award, but on what I would say to her if I did. When the first award was given, the guy who won it kept whispering things to her as his product was described to the crowd, and I noticed that her lapel mic was sensitive enough that we could all hear what he was saying. This dashed somewhat my plans to hit on her on-stage, because everyone in the crowd would be able to hear me saying, “So, uh, want to ride in my car sometime, uh, assuming I move the laundry? I’ve been led to understand that it’s, uh, pimp-de-pimp-pimp-pimp.”
—
When Natasha called out the name of our company for Best User Experience the four of us ran onstage, and I shook her hand as she handed me the cool glowing cube, hand-designed by Jonathan Ives. I think she said, “Congratulations,” and if I recall I replied, coyly, “Thanks.” Playing it smooth… way to go Wil. Don’t tip your hand yet, old boy. Best to slip in under RADAR. Way under RADAR.
Afterwards, the winners all had to come up front to sign a ton of forms in exchange for our phat loot. Natasha was there amongst us, and I recognized that, if ever I would had a chance, this was it. Time to shine!
I strode up to her confidently. Ok, well, I didn’t stride, really, because I pinched a nerve in my neck last month, and ever since I’ve had to walk kind of hunched over, with my head forward, as if I were a cro-magnan man, or possibly just suffered from osteoporosis. Check it out, ladies! I’m unevolved and/or very old!
The problem is, if I stand up straight, the nerve gets pinched and I lose all feeling in my left arm, and the ability to move it. On the other hand, I knew being hunched over was unattractive, so I kept sort of bending my lower torso backwards to compensate for my bent-forward neck, the end effect being that I bobbed along like a pigeon when I walked.
So I coo-cooed up to her and gave her my most winning wince (because I had tweaked the nerve in the bobbing motion). While I admit this isn’t a word-for-word transcript, this is, I feel, an accurate depiction of what went down:
Natasha: “Congratulations on your win!”
Me: “Nice dress! So pretty! Where dress come from?”
Natasha: “Oh, an assistant and I just ran out to Saks today to get it.” [Note to four women in audience: question answered!] “Anyways, we’re all very excited about Delicious Library…”
Me: “Dress soft! Girl pretty!”
Natasha: “Yes… uh, so, it’s great to have strategic partners like Delicious Monster on our platform…”
Me: “Dress for dancing. Pretty girl go dancing with me?”
Natasha: “Um, I have to go over… there… now.”
A few moments later she had magically changed into an absolutely gorgeous set of matching coordinates to go to dinner. I overheard her say she was going to schmooze some developers. I kind of felt sorry for them, because they really didn’t stand much of a chance. “Pretty girl want us port to Macintosh? Us make pretty girl happy!”
—
The next night we celebrated our win in style, inviting everyone we met from the conference to get free drinks on us at Captain Eddie Rickenbacker’s bar, within stumbling distance of Moscone center. Laurie and her entourage came with us, as well as various other new best friends I’d met at the conference. One guy we’d met while out carousing looked and acted almost exactly like Brad Pitt (circa Ocean’s 11), so we actually called him Brad to make our lives easy. In fact, a lot of us got celebrity names; our crazy Australian friend was dubbed “Robert Downey, Jr,” and it was a title that fit both his looks and his personality perfectly — I don’t think I ever saw him sober during the conference. (I was later dubbed “George Clooney,” but I think at this point they were stretching the conceit.)
Robert Downey and I had seen a couple of very pretty, very young German “au pairs” on our way to the bar, and had convinced them to come along because, well, partying with forty guys and one lesbian is only so much fun. I talked to them for a while at the bar, but it soon became clear they were much too young for me, so I grabbed an extra chair and called Brad Pitt over, and they quickly turned their full attention to him. My work done, I wandered outside with a couple drinks, and sat with Laurie while she smoked her “American Spirit”s.
Laurie thought I might be down after getting passed over by the 20-year-olds. “You know, you’re much cuter than Brad Pitt,” she said, lying in that sweet motherly way that makes you feel good not because you believe it, but because you appreciate the sentiment behind the lie. “Look at you: you’re smart, successful, handsome, and very intriguing.” Her friend nodded agreement.
And, seriously, whatever liberties I’m taking with the truth elsewhere in this tale, I’m not making this part
Waking up inside a cramped, dark metal box is somehow even more disconcerting the second time.
There are extenuating circumstances, I suppose. The first time I’d done this, I was full of excitement and optimism about my new job as the head foldgate tech on an entirely new planet, and while I had been a bit apprehensive about climbing into an actual fold-shielded transport crate for the rickety journey through a foldgate built with tech a full century older than I was instead of the smooth, instant journeys I was used to, I was too eager to get going to be properly apprehensive, and my destination was too busy for me to sit in the box and stress out all that much. Whereas this second journey, taking place nearly two years after the ancient gate’s foldfield had unexpectedly collapsed, stranding six of us over eighty lightyears from Earth with limited supplies and no hope of ever re-establishing contact, is in somewhat more harrowing circumstances. My five companions are long dead, meaning there’s no particular rush to get up before properly reflecting on my situation, and the fact that I made this journey through a collapsed foldgate isn’t helping.
Also, there’s a bunch of dirt in the box with me that wasn’t here when I went in. I’m not sure what that means but it’s probably really bad.
Fortunately, I’m a fucking genius. I mean, I’m by definition the best foldgate tech on the planet, so. That has to count for something. Right?
The absurdly outdated tech of our fold gate was mandated by simple physics. Sure, we had long ago mastered instant travel; I could step out of my dormitory on Earth and into a bar on the moon for no cost higher than a few hundred ditting and some motion sickness induced by the sudden gravity change (a fair price to pay considering that low gravity was the best for getting absolutely pissed in), but that’s because foldgates already exist in those locations. Going to a planted ninety lightyears away means transporting the gate ninety lightyears through normal physical space, subject to the twin tyrants of fuel capacity and time. My great-grandparents hadn’t been born when this gate was originally built.
Which is absolutely fantastic news for me, and the entire reason I’ve just travelled through a disconnected foldgate that can only take me to the location I started in; a poorly maintained giant dome on a faraway planet featuring one (1) living colonist.
See, here’s the thing about old foldgates: they’re absurdly inefficient. A modern gate, you step in, you step out, it’s all smooth, no problem. You don’t need to be crammed in a shielded box or lose any time; they transmit your data and matter perfectly through the fold with very few, and very rare, errors. Old gates? Nothing like that. They hadn’t figured out informational efficiency in transmitting string field data when this thing was built. It does the job with about the same rate of accuracy, but it’s messy. It’s bulky. It holds too much data too long, and now that the fold gate’s collapsed, it has nothing to do with that data except feed it back to itself. What’s the point of a fold gate that just pulls you apart, moves you really inefficiently in a tiny circle, and puts you back together again?
No point at all, if your goal is transport. But if you’re a foldgate tech very highly trained on modern methods of packing data, given unrestricted access to an ancient beefy piece of shit that technology abandoned a century ago but was, at least, designed to deal with vast amounts of inefficiently packed data that required external shielding, in an environment completely free of most distractions and in a desperate race for your own survival, and, let’s be honest, an absolute fucking genius, you start to think outside the foldfield.
Or more specifically, very much inside the foldfield. Specifically, the data inside the foldfield. ‘Cause do you know what we call transport that doesn’t go anywhere?
Storage.
The error-ridden mess of a machine currently towering over my little metal box (I assume, I can’t see it right now) was a real deathbee to work with, but honestly, failure wasn’t an option. The foldfield had collapsed before any living supplies were brought through; we hadn’t had any seeds to grow, any algae to farm. We had stored, sterile food, and we had carbon and hydrogen and oxygen and the other trace elements necessary for life, and we had energy to store in it in our nuclear reactor, but no little living biomachines to turn it into life we could eat and gain that energy from. So I’d had to make my own machine, before time ran out. A foldgate picks up what goes into it, transmits the material and the data of the position of all its little bits relative to the rest to another foldgate via the field, and then it comes out the other end identical, more or less, to how it went in. Then it’s done. But what if you looped a foldfield from one gate to itself (the only option I’d had, way out here), and transmitted the data round and round indefinitely? That’s stored data. A stored pattern.
And what if you broke a bunch of the safeties so that the data kept going round after you built it at the other end?
And what if you broke more safeties so that matter could be accepted into the field without storing the necessary data, and instead copying it from other data still in transit? Then you don’t have a transport machine at all. You have a copy machine.
According to my calculations, there should be enough energy in the foldfield to store roughly nine thousand patterns. That’s far, far more than I need. I had transported every kind of food I had, clean water, and oxygen, and lived alone for nearly a year letting the foldgate and the nuclear reactor take control of pretty much all of my life support before realising I could push further.
This is a big dome, that I live in. It’s a very lonely dome. And even with the foldgate taking care of so much, the dome requires far, far more maintenance than one person has the time to give it.
So that’s why I’m in here. Transporting myself, to make copies later. Putting my data into the foldfield, to cycle around and around and let me make as many Kates as I need.
So you can see why I’m apprehensive. I had to break so many safeties on this thing, and its ability to deal with simple matter doesn’t guarantee it can handle me. I’m not stupid; I ran as many living tests as I could, but as I’ve said, life is pretty rare out here. It’s me and the bacteria that came on our bodies. I cultured up some of those and ran them through and observed them for several days, but a human’s a shipload more complicated than a microbe.
I… seem to be fine. Except the dirt. I’m not happy about the dirt. That wasn’t in the box when I went in, meaning there’s something wrong with the data, meaning there could be all kinds of shit inside me. I’m going to have to run as many medical tests as possible. As soon as possible.
I push the lid of the metal box up and go to climb out into the empty, desolate transport room.
It’s not empty.
The young woman at the control terminal looks like she hasn’t slept in days. She peers dimly at me with bloodshot brown eyes under limp, tangled chestnut hair plastered to her head in some places and sticking out in others. The usual bouncy curls hang in greasy helical strings. Her eyes are so heavily shadowed that the sockets look bruised against her pale skin, and she has the look of someone who’s usually pretty well-filled-out but has missed multiple recent meals. Even her orange jumpsuit doesn’t look clean. Her eyes widen as I emerge – not with shock or surprise, she was clearly expecting me – but widen, nonetheless.
“Holy fucking whalepiss,” she breathes. “I can’t believe that worked.”
Also, she looks exactly like me. I mean. Obviously. Everyone else is dead, remember?
I’m still adjusting to the situation as I clamber out of the box. I can’t believe I didn’t consider this possibility; I mean, the dirt in the box is a dead giveaway. If I’d been the original, going through the foldgate to make the copy data, then the gate would be building me out of the material that entered it; nothing lost, nothing gained. But when building a copy out of random materials, it’s better to oversupply than undersupply, lest your clone come out missing whatever there wasn’t enough matter to build. So, obviously, there’d be a few extra scoops of raw matter left in the box. I used to get leftovers when I was first experimenting with copying food this way, too.
Original Kate rushes over to help me, supporting my arms as I step out. “Look at you!” she breathes. “You’re beautiful!”
“I look like you, and you look like shit,” I point out.
She laughs. “But my genius is beautiful, and you’re a creation of my genius, ergo you must be, also. How are you feeling? We need to do, like, so many health tests.”
“What about you?” I ask. “You clearly came out alright.”
“Oh, that was days ago. I’ve run every medical test I can on myself, but it’s more risky for you. Because of the – ”
“Because the foldfield’s been cycling the information around for awhile, yeah. Well, apparently it can handle it, even information this complicated. We are so fucking clever. Am I the first?”
“Yes. I’m thinking that once we’ve confirmed that you’re successfully copied, we should fire it up again and make – ”
“Nine more, yes, I remember running the efficiency calculations.”
“So.”
“So.”
We look at each other.
I crack my knuckles. “A whole bunch of medical tests, and then…”
She cracks her knuckles. “And then, we get to work.”
KATE-6
Waking up inside a cramped, dark metal box is somehow even more disconcerting the second time.
There are extenuating circumstances, I suppose. My five companions are long dead, meaning there’s no particular rush to get up before properly reflecting on my situation, and the fact that I made this journey through a collapsed foldgate isn’t helping.
Also, there’s a bunch of dirt in the box with me that wasn’t here when I went in. I’m not sure what that means but it’s probably really bad.
Fortunately, I’m a fucking genius. I mean, I’m by definition the best foldgate tech on the planet, so. That has to count for something. Right?
I… seem to be fine. Except the dirt. I’m not happy about the dirt. That wasn’t in the box when I went in, meaning there’s something wrong with the data, meaning there could be all kinds of shit inside me. I’m going to have to run as many medical tests as possible. As soon as possible.
I push the lid of the metal box up and go to climb out into the empty, desolate transport room.
It’s not empty.
There are six women in the room, and except for the one standing next to the box and offering me a hand out, they’re all ignoring me. They seem pretty relaxed about the situation, most of them typing away at computers. One of them sweeps the floor. They’ve certainly all showered and slept a lot more recently than I have.
They all look exactly like me. Obviously.
“Welcome to Kateland, population: Kate,” the Kate over my box says as she helps me out. “Let’s get some food and water in you and then we can get you your tasks.”
“We need to make a new copy,” one of the other Kates says.
“We are,” another Kate says. “In fact, we’re going to make – ”
“Four more, yeah, that’s not what I meant. I mean, one of us should go through and copy ourselves.” She flicks her fingers at me. “Everyone comes out hungry and tired and disoriented, and then we have to help them recover and get them up to speed, which is a completely unnecessary waste of time. Why not copy someone who’s well-rested and knows what’s going on?”
“Who should we copy?” another Kate asks. “You?”
The first Kate shrugs. “Or you. Whoever’s in the best physical condition I guess. It doesn’t matter. We’ve only been different people for a few days, it should all work out the same.”
“Let’s get Kate-6 up to normal,” says the Kate helping me out of the box, “and then we can spin a bottle for it.”
KATE-3-4
There’s dirt in the box when I wake up.
We’ve figured out the correct materials needed by now, of course, but we decided to keep putting extra in anyway – both for safety, and as an orienting aid. There’s dirt, so I know I’m not the Kate who walked into this machine to make a foldfield copy. I’m the copy.
That’s good information to have. Knowing what’s going on in advance is all good information to have. Kate-4 was right; this is much less disorienting than last time. We’d decided to copy new Kates from a few different existing Kates, so if they kept the copy order the same, I should be the last of the initial ten off the line. The eleventh Kate to exist.
Maybe earlier, if they changed the copy order. It shouldn’t matter, one way or the other. I push the box open.
There’s a Kate there to help me out, of course. Orange jumpsuit, clean hair, alert expression. Everything I expect.
Well. Except for the fact that she looks at least a decade older than me. Little crow’s feet in the eyes, grey streaks in the hair… yeah, this Kate is approaching forty.
Ah, there’s the feeling of confusion and disorientation! I knew it had to be somewhere.
She offers me a hand. “Welcome to Kateopolis, population: Kate,” she says, in the rote tone of someone who’s said it many, many times before.
“We still haven’t come up with a real name for this place?” I ask.
She leads me down the hall out of the transport room at a brisk pace. “We still haven’t come up with a real name for this place. Now, to answer your next handful of questions: it’s been fourteen years. Yes, I know I look good for my age, thank you. Yes, I’m also surprised we somehow managed to keep this total circus going for so long and aren’t all dead yet. No, I’m not your Kate ancestor; I’m Kate-4. Yes, your Kate ancestor, Kate-3, is still alive. Yes, I know that from your perspective you and I were just having a conversation ten minutes ago, and yes this is weird. You’re the fourth copy of Kate-3, and the third copy to be made recently. There are thirty nine Kates in Kateopolis. And the reason you exist is to be a doctor.”
“A doctor? I don’t know any more about medicine than I need to to alter the fold – ”
“The foldgate, yes, I remember. We’ve got a couple of Kates who have dealt with medical issues who will teach you what they know, and we still have all the medical books and papers and stuff that Reginald brought with him.”
I nod. Reginald was one of the colony doctors, the only doctor among the six of us who’d gotten through the foldgate before the foldfield had collapsed. He’d brought a huge amount of Earth’s medical knowledge with him in digital form, because why not? Having local access to as much information as possible just made sense.
“If you have a medical problem, why not have a Kate who’s picked up some medical knowledge already deal with it? Why get an entirely new one who doesn’t know anything?”
“We don’t have a medical problem. We’re building doctors for when we do.”
“… What?”
Kate-4 sighs impatiently. “Okay, so we can make as much of anything as we want so long as we have the power, the base material, and a base to copy it from, right? That includes experts. It makes no sense to just ad-hoc learn whatever we need on the spot when we have an expert-copying machine right there. So that’s what we’re making. We’ve decided to develop specialists in medicine, engineering, chemistry, and computer tech; then, if we need to, we can have as many experts as we need later on without having to train any new people. Now, one of us could do it, but the enemy here is time. All the foldgate tech in the world won’t stop us from ageing, and it takes time to develop expertise. If one of us did it, we’d be on a totally unnecessary ten-year disadvantage; ten years older for the same level of experience and knowledge. It’s best to start with a Kate as young as possible, and the Kate-3 copy data was determined to be the best candidate. So, you exist.”
“And I don’t get to pick my own speciality?”
“No point. All four of you are the same person right now, you’ll all have the same speciality preferences. You drew medicine. So we want you to spend a year studying up on basic biology and medicine, as much as you can, and then we’ll send you through the foldgate to store your data. Then you can branch out into whatever medical field you like the most, I guess, and we can send you through the foldgate again when you’re good at it. As we need more specialists in different areas of medicine, we can make copies of our ‘basic biology’ Kate and get them to specialise differently. We’re limited by how many resources this place can support at once, due to the power limitations of the reactor determining how much food we can print, but we should have a pretty solid repertoire of experts within a couple of generations.”
“Oh, you’re planning long term. You really think we’ll survive that long?”
“Why not? We survived this long, the domes and machines were designed to support a full colony indefinitely, and don’t forget, we’re a fucking genius.”
“Well. That is true.”
As we walk out of the transport centre into the main dome, I can’t help but gasp. The colony had been built (be labourers and their machines who’d come through, worked, and left before we colonists had started to arrive) with a lot of “open air” areas, big spaces between buildings all capped by giant domes to hold the breathable atmosphere in. Much more resource-intensive and difficult than simply connecting all the buildings together and making them into pressure vessels, but it had been deemed psychologically important for a large colony of people, most of them unlikely to return to Earth for years or even decades at a time, to be able to go “outside” and see the “sky”. Admittedly the ‘sky’ is a pure white with neither stars nor sun in sight, but you can look up and almost convince yourself it’s just a really cloudy day.
Anyway, the last time I’d been out here, things hadn’t been in the best shape. Nothing important had been broken, but years of a location designed for thousands of people being inhabited by sixpeople that slowly dwindled to one hadn’t made things like “keeping stuff pretty” a high priority. Dirt and damage don’t accumulate very quickly in a tightly controlled atmosphere with almost no life in it, but what little dust had gathered had remained untouched, and there’s been boxes of random supplies opened and scattered among the “streets” – with no weather to damage them, there was no need to store them carefully. The whole place had felt abandoned, because it mostly was.
That’s no longer the case. The buildings immediately surrounding the transport centre have apparently been converted into living spaces, and the mess that surrounds them is the mess of life – overalls hanging on a clothesline to dry (even though there’s no reason for them to dry faster outside the house than inside), any boxes are on the doorsteps, the streets are kept clear for foot traffic. Most of the dome is probably still abandoned except for necessary system maintenance, but here around the transport centre, it’s alive.
“All the buildings close by should be furnished,” Kate-4 says. “Pick one without a Kate in it and set up shop. I’ve gotta go and make us an engineer.”
I nod. Time to get to work, I guess.
KATE-3-5
“Hey.” I hand a bag of chocolate-coated peanuts to the Kate tapping away at the computer next to me. “Eat something.”
“You’re not my mum,” Kate-3-2 (“computer Kate”) says, but she takes the proffered bag. Us four ‘new Kates’, the four printed to become specialists, tend to stick together – after only a month since printing, Kateopolis is still pretty disorienting, and I don’t think the older Kates realise that. They’ve been building this place for a decade and a half; they’re used to things, know how they work. They don’t understand what it’s like to go into a foldgate and wake up fourteen years in the future, surrounded by reflections of yourself who are all more competent and settled-in than you are.
“We need names,” I say. “In eleven months, we’re gonna copy our data to fork off prints into different specialisations, and we can’t call each other ‘computer Kate’ and ‘engineer Kate’ when there’s other IT specialists and engineers running around.”
“Use the numbers then.”
“I’m not calling anyone by a fucking serial number.”
Computer Kate rolls her eyes, but I know she agrees with me. Of course she does; we’re only separated by one month of time, we can’t be that different. The numbers make sense for tracking copy threads, but not everyday use.
Sometimes it astounds me how different we are, or at least seem to be, after only one month of separation. Computer Kate is my favourite Kate, even though she should be nearly identical to me, Doctor Kate, and Chemist Kate. But she is different. I like the person I can be when I’m around her. There’s something about her unwavering seriousness that makes me feel okay being lighthearted and silly, so long as she’s there to pick up the slack on the serious side. And I haven’t asked, but I think the feeling’s mutual; she can focus on her serious, analytical side without feeling any pressure to be personable and try to lift the mood, when I’m around to do that.
“I think the older Kates have names,” I say. “I mean, they’d have to by now, wouldn’t they. I’m sure I heard one of them call another one Sunny yesterday.”
A rare laugh from Computer Kate. “One of them named herself after our childhood dog?”
I shrug. “Who understands the deep mysteries of our mind once it’s been matured for fourteen years int his fucking place? It’s good to know that we can apparently last that long here and not want to kill each other. Gives me hope for the future.”
“Mmm,” Computer Kate says neutrally. I peek at her screen; she’s apparently learning something about some new programming language. (Well, presumably an old programming language that I don’t know. The only programming I know how to do is directly related to foldgate operation, but Computer Kate needs to learn all the computer systems used throughout the dome, even though we’re using very few of them (we can’t farm, don’t need to light or clean most of the space, and can replenish oxygen and clean water with the foldgate).
“So, if you don’t want to be named after a dog, what should I call you?” I ask. “It is going to get confusing, when we have a whole bunch of Computer Kates running around.”
“How many computer specialists do you think we’ll need?”
“You never know.”
“Counterpoint: it’ll be even more confusing if we get names. Because then we’ll end up with a bunch of Kates running around who all remember being named the same thing and aren’t any more. Do you think it’d be any less confusing to have ten Kates running around all thinking their name is Dolly?”
“So you want to be called Dolly, then?”
“You want to be called Dolly.”
“You can’t prove that.”
“Of course I can, Dolly. We’re almost exactly the same person.”
“You can be Dolly if you want,” I allow.
“Nope. You’re Dolly now.”
I roll my eyes. “I bet one of the older Kates is Dolly. I bet they snapped up the name first thing.”
“Fuck ‘em.”
KATE-3-2
I’ve been alive for thirty years, but I’ve also been alive for eleven months. And in that eleven months, I’ve acquired the most important skill an IT specialist can have – I have mostly learned not to completely hate the computers. I’m going through the foldgate in one more month to make a copy of me to act as a template for future IT specialists, so if I can learn to like the computers by then, that’ll certainly be advantageous.
Of us four “new Kates”, I’ve often wondered how much of our differing personalities are just down to a general mood difference in having better or worse jobs. Dolly’s our engineer, the closest field to our initial foldfield expertise, and is easily the most upbeat among us. Whereas our chemist is a total bitch.
“Hi, Sandy,” Dolly calls, walking into my home without so much as a knock (as is her wont). I give her a wave without looking away from the computer. “You work too hard.”
“You should be working hard. You’re aware that we’re in our last month before making the templates, right? Don’t you want future engineers to have the best basis possible?”
She rolls her eyes. “They will, because I’m awesome at engineering. It’s not my fault that you find computers so hard.”
I get up and gesture to my seat. “You’re welcome to do it.”
“Ha, no. Anyway, if you take longer than the next month to be basically competent, you can always just make a new template later on. They only gave us a year so there’d be a deadline.”
I slump back down into my seat. She sits on my lap, eyes trained on my screen.
“You’re making it hard to get any work done,” I point out.
“Ooooh nooo. You might have to take a break.” She pushes her head forward to block my view of the screen. Her eyes rest on my lips for a second. She looks away, blushing.
She’s been doing this for over six months now. She won’t get over it and she won’t make a move, and I’m just not that patient. So I kiss her.
The reaction is immediate. She pushes herself off my lap and scrambles away, cheeks aflame. “We can’t!”
We can. But pushing won’t help, so I just shrug. “Okay.”
“I mean. Do you want to?”
“Have we ever kissed anyone we didn’t want to kiss, Dolly?”
“The others won’t stand for it.”
“Fuck ‘em.”
“We can’t just…”
“Dolly. There is no one else here. Only Kates. Do you intend to be alone for the rest of your life?”
“The… all the other Kates don’t…”
“Some of them have been here for fifteen years. Do you really believe that?”
“They wouldn’t…”
“What you and I want is proof that they would.”
“I have to… go.”
“Alright.” I turn back to my work. I let her leave.
I can’t concentrate on getting any work done.
KATE-3-3
I look away from Dolly and Sandy in the corner giving each other lovey eyes, not bothering to hide my scowl. “It’s disgusting,” I tell the doctor. “They’re so fucking shameless.”
“Mm-hmm.” She pours boiling water into her dehydrated meal pack and seals it up.
“Doesn’t it piss you off? Doesn’t it gross you out? Aren’t you as disgusted as I am?”
“Yeah, obviously. But what do you want me to do about it?”
“Do about it? We’ve got this incest going on and we’re just supposed to ignore it?”
“I don’t think it’s incest if it’s yourself. I think that’s just narcissism.”
“Whatever! We can’t just – ”
“What do you want me to do about it? What can anybody do about it? Put them on opposite sides of the colony and not let them see each other? Or do you just want to follow them around with a spray bottle and squirt them any time they touch each other, like a cat? If they want to be weird and gross, that’s their problem.”
“I don’t understand how you can be calm about this. I can’t believe they would – ”
“Or you can’t believe you would?”
“I’d never!”
Doctor Kate gestures across the room at the pair with her fork. “Apparently, you would.”
KATE-3-2
“Does it work?” the chemist asks me, not bothering to disguise the sneer in her voice.
“What?”
“Your stupid little incest thing. Does it actually make you feel less lonely? Like you’re not on a planet all by yourself with all of humanity an unreachable number of lightyears away?”
“A bit. Well. Not really. Does being a total bitch and picking constant fights with everyone make you feel less lonely?”
“Yes, actually.”
I can’t help but laugh disbelievingly. “Seriously?”
“Of course. It reminds me how different we are, if we disagree so much.”
“And you need to feel different to me, don’t you? You need to feel better than me.”
“Oh, don’t you fucking act like – ”
“Excuse me. I have work to do.”
KATE-3-5-1
There’s dirt in the box.
That means I’m not Dolly, then. Or, I’m not the Dolly who went through the foldgate to copy her data and was immediately reformed at the other end. I’m a copy, so I can expect some time to have passed. The last thing I remember doing was going in to make the basic template for new engineers, so that means I exist because the colony wants to train a new specialist engineer.
Okay.
I push up the lid of the box and am helped out by Kate-4, the foldgate manager, just like last time. I know it’s her because she has a big patch on her jumpsuit that reads KATE-4, FOLDGATE MANAGER. Presumably to head off some of the repetitive new Kate questions. She looks essentially the same as last time I saw her, which is a little worrying. Why do they need a new engineer so soon? Maybe they’re just being proactive, getting as many different kinds of specialists trained up and templated as possible. Just in case.
“Welcome to Kateopilis, popu – ”
“Population: Kate, yeah, I know,” I grumble as I let her help me up. I glance at the calendar on the wall. I only made – Dolly only made my template about two months ago. “Why do you need a new engineer so fast? Is there some kind of emergency?”
“Hard to say. There’s been some… inconsistencies with the sensory hardware outside the dome. Dolly’s been looking into it, but we need someone to take over more general engineering duties, so.”
So that’s me, then. That’s… less jarring than any other option, actually. I’d been expecting to keep doing general engineering when I’d gone into the foldgate last, so picking up the same line of work coming out of it is good. It’ll be difficult to adapt to a new name, difficult to adapt to being the fifth, youngest Young Kate, but I’ll manage.
As we walk out of the transport room and out into the open dome, I see two Kates hanging out outside a house, and my heart freezes, because I know exactly who they are. One has her arms around the other’s shoulders, and they’re looking into each other’s eyes, smiling. Then Dolly glances up and spots me.
“Oh, hey! Sandy, it’s the new engineer!” She gives me a wave. “Welcome to Kateopolis!”
I wave back, a little uncertainly. She’s looking at me like a friendly stranger, like I’m not her from just a couple of months ago. And then Sandy looks up, and looks at me with those calm yet piercing eyes that look like every other Kate’s eyes but somehow oh so different, those eyes that she’d settled on me just five minutes ago when giving me a final kiss right before I got into the transport crate, and looks at me happily, but politely. With a little nod.
And then she turns back to Dolly, and looks at her like she’s the whole world.
I’m her! I want to scream. I’m her from just two fucking months ago, and I’m nothing to you? What great intimate strides could you two have possibly made over just two months that makes me nothing to you by comparison?!
“There’s a free house over this way,” Kate-4 says, leading me away from the couple, in the opposite direction to the house I remember living in for the past fucking year. I follow her as quickly as I can.
I have some feelings to feel, and I don’t want to be feeling them in public.
KATE-5
I’m crying in my space suit as I drag Kate-0 in through the airlock. We don’t even cycle it properly, just let it pump air in until it makes up the difference between the thin outside atmosphere and the 1atm inside the dome. Any toxic outside atmosphere it lets in doesn’t fucking matter, we can deal with that later. It doesn’t fucking matter.
Not next to this.
Kate-0, the original Kate, the one who successfully stabilised the looped foldfield and lived a year getting it ready to make living copies and went through to copy her own data to create all of us and all of our copies, isn’t breathing. She’s not responding to anything I say, not moving in my grip, and her pulse is flat. It didn’t seem to matter which Kates went out to check the external dome equipment, so we just sent the two of us with the most out-of-dome experience. It didn’t seem to matter, until the seals on her suit failed, and we were way too far away from the airlock.
I drag her into the dome proper and we’re immediately surrounded by other Kates, ripping her helmet off, dragging her out of her suit, starting CPR. We have three doctors now and all of them are present, and the fact that all of them have had time to beat us here tells me that getting back inside took way too long. There’s no chance.
Kates take turns doing CPR anyway. Some Kates exchange glances with me, ask if I’m okay. But I can’t help but wonder if they wish I’d died instead.
It’s what I would wish, in their situation. A Kate is a Kate is a Kate, and it’s frankly amazing that we’ve gone so long without a death; we’d expected to lose some eventually. I hadn’t realised that it would hurt so much to specifically lose her.
We weren’t even that close, is the thing. I didn’t know her that well, beyond the twenty nine years of life memories I shared with all Kates. But she was, in ways I’d never really considered, kind of our link to Earth. Our original. The Kate who’d stood on Earth soil, once, and come here, and made us.
Which is a stupid nonsense perspective. When you step through a foldgate, your matter is all squished up, and reassembled at the other end. You could argue that we ‘die’ and are revived every time we use a foldgate, so what makes her more of the person that stepped in than me? Because she was printed first, out of the same physical matter that went in? That’s a stupid distinction. Carbon is carbon and hydrogen is hydrogen; why does it matter if it comes from deconstructed cells or deconstructed soil? Besides, cells change, die, get replaced over time, and it’s been twenty years – her bones are probably still made of the same calcium as the bones that stepped in the foldgate on Earth, but most of her, like the rest of us, is made of food replicated here, from matter that was brought from Earth in a decidedly not human form. There’s no distinction, no real distinction, that makes Kate-0 more of an ‘original’ than me or any other Kate around me.
But it feels like there is.
An unbroken line of continuity, a woman who stepped into a gate on Earth and walked out here, of the same flesh. Who built the rest of us out of soil and lived among us as one of us; we’d certainly never bothered to make any distinction when she was alive. A Kate was a Kate was a Kate. But looking at her lifeless on the ground, I can only feel that she was THE Kate. Something precious, lost forever.
An unbroken line of continuity… broken. From the grief and worry and desperation in the eyes around me, I know that the other Kates are experiencing something similar.
And then someone’s eyes widen in realisation. She looks up, catches the eyes of another Kate, who lust looks confused… but another Kate’s eyes widen, too. A third Kate, a fourth.
And then I realise. Everything clicks together, and I know what we’re about to do.
We’re about to do something irrational and stupid.
KATE-7
Waking up inside a cramped, dark metal box is somehow even more disconcerting the second time.
There are extenuating circumstances, I suppose. My five companions are long dead, meaning there’s no particular rush to get up before properly reflecting on my situation, and the fact that I made this journey through a collapsed foldgate isn’t helping.
Also, there’s a bunch of dirt in the box with me that wasn’t here when I went in. I’m not sure what that means but it’s probably really bad.
Fortunately, I’m a fucking genius. I mean, I’m by definition the best foldgate tech on the planet, so. That has to count for something. Right?
I… seem to be fine. Except the dirt. I’m not happy about the dirt. That wasn’t in the box when I went in, meaning there’s something wrong with the data, meaning there could be all kinds of shit inside me. I’m going to have to run as many medical tests as possible. As soon as possible.
I push the lid of the metal box up and go to climb out into the empty, desolate transport room.
It’s not empty.
“Welcome to Kateopolis,” the older woman standing over me says, giving me a gentle smile. “Population: Kate.”
She looks like me (obviously, there’s no one else here), except about fifty years old. My first thought is a somewhat delirious, ‘oh, I guess it took a really long time to perfect this tech, then’. But the badge sewn into her uniform reads KATE-4, FOLDGATE MANAGER, suggesting some level of organisation. And at least four other Kates.
She gives me a brief rundown of Kateopolis, how things work and what to expect, as she helps me out of the box and we head outside. There are a lot of Kates, some general labourers, some specialists. A doctor, if I need medical attention. There’s a house all ready for me to move in, and she gives me the address of a Kate to go to who can arrange anything else I might need.
“So what’s my job, then?” I ask.
“Oh, whatever comes up. We can fit you into the general labour roster easily enough; patrolling for problems, that sort of thing.”
They made me for no reason? “You just… felt like making a new Kate?”
Kate-4 shrugs. “We recently lost a Kate. It’s good to keep the numbers stable. For inventorying purposes.
That… kind of makes sense… I guess. I follow Kate-4, let her show me the bar and the common eating area and the supply depot, then escort me to my new house. The last time I saw this place, yesterday (twenty years ago yesterday), it had been a reception building, but everywhere around the foldgate has been turned into a living space now. It’s well-furnished and tidy, and very close to the foldgate (amazing it wasn’t already taken.) It’s a good place.
It takes me about a day to realise that something is really, really wrong with this place.
Most notably, everyone is so nice to me. That’s fucking weird. These people are me and I’m not nice. I’ll walk into a room containing two Kates having a good long bitch about a third Kate and suddenly they’re all smiles and hellos and answering any questions I have as nicely and gently as possible. Nobody seems overly keen about making sure I’m actually on any work roster, which is fine, I guess everything’s already handled, but why make another Kate if you don’t have work that needs doing? More Kates means more food and water production via the foldgate, more power being used by the reactor, more work for the oxygenation system, just generally more labour and fuss. Not a huge amount, but why make extra work for no reason?
Also, there are no Kates my age. Both in terms of, no one is twenty nine, and no one has been printed recently. The most recently printed Kate I can find was printed two years before me. A lot of the older Kates are talking about how over the next few years they’re going to get too old to do quite so much physical work, and they’ll need new, younger Kates, but they haven’t started making those, yet. Maybe I’m a sort of test run, a preliminary younger Kate? No; that doesn’t make sense. There’s no reason to do that.
What am I for?
Foldgate tech is what I know, what I’m good at, so I start helping out Kate-4 with the foldgate in my spare time, and no one stops me. After a little while, while we load canisters of carbon dioxide into the foldgate to turn them into oxygen canisters and graphite, I’m able to needle an explanation out of her.
“I told you how we lost a Kate recently, right?” she says. “Well, she was Kate-0. The original. It’s hitting everyone pretty hard.”
“Okay, but you know that doesn’t actually mean anything, right? I mean, death sucks, but the ‘original’ part. She wasn’t any diff – ”
“Yes, we know that, but it still feels… well. I don’t want to depress you, but after awhile, living here on a dead end world surrounded only by echoes of yourself and with the persistent knowledge that you’re too far from anywhere and too dependent on a single life support dome to actually built any civilisation that can actually go anywhere, knowing you’re just running down an invisible clock alone until something breaks, can get a little… wearing.”
I nod. I’ve only been here a week and I’m already getting that impression. I remember the years before being printed all too well; the desperate race for survival, for a food source in altering the foldgate, and, during the monotony of food security and routine maintenance tasks with a terrifyingly long, lone future stretching out ahead of me, for company.
“What’s that got to do with me, though?” I ask. “I’m not her.”
“Well… yes,” Kate-4 admits. “You are.”
I almost drop the canister I’m holding. I stare down at the box we’re loading, then back up at her. She nods.
“We had her body,” she explains. “We just needed to put life back into it. So we put it in the foldgate and printed from the only template we had of her. Which is the first one.”
“There was… there was dirt in the box when I woke up,” I point out.
“Well, yes. She’d lost a fair bit of weight towards the end of her life; we needed to be sure there was enough matter to make you. Honestly, I was a little worried; if the foldfield had used all the dirt first and left bits of the body in there, your awakening could’ve been… unpleasant.”
I shudder at the thought. “You never made another template of the original Kate?”
She shrugs. “It never seemed necessary? We make templates of people when we have a reason to replicate them. Most of them are from second generation copies, our specialists. She – you – mostly did general labour, like most of us older Kates. There was no reason to replicate; we didn’t… we didn’t really think it was important, until you were gone.”
“I’m not her,” I say firmly, even though I am. But what I mean is, I’m not any more her than the other Kates.
“No? Do you remember doing it? Altering the gate, running the microbe experiments, climbing into the box and just hoping you’ll make it out of the other end alive, willing to take the risk because the alternative is a life alone all the way out – ”
“You remember that, too! We all did that!”
“I’m sure you remember it more clearly than me.”
“Yes, because I’m a lot younger! It was just last week for me! That’s going to be true of any Kate you print from an early template, not just me. I’m not going to be anyone’s mascot!”
Kate-4 looks at me sadly. “I don’t think either you or I really have much of a say in that.”
Life in the colony continues. People keep treating me extra gently, and knowing why just makes it more frustrating. It’s little things; more patience, more consideration. An absolute refusal to let me do anything dangerous, which is just fucking patronising. I learn pretty quickly that most of the other Kates have new names, probably to avoid confusion. Some don’t; some just go by ‘the doctor’ or ‘green-door Kate’ or whatever, but most of them call themselves something new. Kate-4 explains that she still goes by Kate-4 mostly to avoid confusion with new prints. “It’s a lot less confusing if new Kates can see who I am in relation to them immediately,” she explains, tapping the name sewn into her jumpsuit. “And I’d rather just keep the same name everywhere.”
Nobody, ever, even suggests calling me anything other than ‘Kate’. Even when I start introducing myself as Kate-7, they won’t say it.
Kateopolis is… well. To be honest, I don’t know how so many Kates have survived for two decades in this place. They have their hobbies and their distractions, making art or whatever, but it’s all just me talking to myself, isn’t it? There’s no point to any of it, it’s so unbearably lonely. It takes me a while to realise why I’m handling it worse than they are; none of them will talk to me, not properly. Oh, we’ll have conversations. But they don’t disagree, don’t argue, don’t snap at me even when ‘m being a total bitch on purpose. They’re just smiling reflections of me, of various ages. I’ve often wondered if the kind of absurdly powerful people with no real friends are ever lonely, surrounded by yes-men; it sounds like the loneliest fate one could have. Well, I’ve found one that’s even lonelier. Being surrounded by yes-reflections.
I look at them, and I can’t see them, because they won’t let me. They look at me, and I know they don’t see me, either. But they don’t see me as a reflection of them; they see me as her. Their talisman, their pretend unbroken chain connecting them to an Earth that none of us will ever see again. I exist to be a coping mechanism, and I don’t think it’s even worth telling them that I’m not coping.
One morning, I glare at my own reflection in the mirror for ten minutes. This is, somehow, less lonely than going outside; at least my reflection will glare back. I can have an argument with my reflection; I can pretend there’s someone on the other side more than I can if I go outside and talk to real people.
I glare at my reflection for a bit longer, and then I go and get a knife. I make sure it’s sharp and clean, and I bring a first aid kit with me to clean up after. The last thing I want is an infection.
I think it might help, see, if I make it so the other Kates look less like reflections of me.
And I think it might help, see, if they can look at me and see someone who looks irreconcilably different from the Kate they want to pretend I am.
I set the knife blade to my cheek and, very carefully, I get to work.
“So, how are you liking life in a post-scarcity society?” Ruby asks, slumping down in a seat across from me in the mess hall. She’s an older Kate than me by about two years, and a doctor, an oncologist in training preparing for a foreseen need of the older Kates needing one soon, but she finds excuses to get involved in my engineering work. I don’t mind; engineering is way more interesting than biology, and I was only printed a couple of months ago and am still adjusting to the time skip, so it’s nice to have someone to help.
“This is hardly a post-scarcity society,” I remark, poking at my freeze dried dinner while I wait for it to rehydrate properly.
“We have a magic printer! Whatever we want, we can – ”
“Whatever we already have to scan in,” I point out. “We can make a lot of a very limited range of things.” I scowl at my food. Although, to be fair, the past couple of decades’ worth of Kates have made wondrous strides in the food variety department. With nothing to grow, there’s little to be done to expand the repertoire, but one thing we Kates are great at doing is pushing boundaries. Mostly through food separation – chocolate peeled carefully off chocolate-coated nuts and put through the foldgate separately gives us chocolate and nuts. The little spice packs in instant noodles had their ingredients separated grain by grain into individual spices, to be replicated up and remixed in different ways for variety. Chemists devoted their free time to synthesising simple artificial flavourings and food scents; most of them are a little too complex to make in the facilities we have, but you can do a lot with a few synthesised salts and esters. One of the doctors drew some of her blood to make blood pudding, which is so much more soft and succulent than the dehydrated foods we have available and feels almost like eating real fresh meat.
Whenever a Kate dies, there’s some talk of putting real fresh meat on the menu, but nobody’s made that copy, at least to my knowledge. It feels like going a bit too far.
“You,” Ruby tells me, “are a killjoy. I was so much more optimistic at your age.”
“To think, you had the full potential within you to be like me, and you chose to be like you instead. How embarrassing for you.”
“Can you imagine what Earth would do with this tech? Maybe they have it by now. I mean, we’re not the only genius foldgate technician in existence, surely. And there’s got to be an old foldgate with all the space and the shielding for old clunky foldfield tech in a museum somewhere, so maybe someone…”
“Earth would have no use for this,” I point out. “It’s a matter of energy efficiency. Using a foldgate normally doesn’t take much energy, but what we’re doing sure as fuck does. We’re sitting on top of a giant nuclear power generator designed to support a colony of, eventually, ten or twenty thousand people, and we’re already hitting limits at less than two hundred of us. Part of that is that it takes time to print goods for that many people, but mostly it’s energy. There’s nothing that Earth could produce with one of these that they couldn’t make far, far more efficiently without it.”
“Precious historical artefacts,” Ruby points out. “Instead of sending fragile things between museums in foldgates, just make a copy while sending them. Print one for every museum. Worried about them degrading over time? Print a new one from the data later. Ultimate storage.”
“Well, okay, it could have that one specific niche use, but in general the energy – ”
“Printing people.”
“People on Earth have no problem making people as it is. But man, can you imagine the social chaos? This thing would be outlawed everywhere immediately.”
“The wealthy would make copies of themselves as a way to cheat death. That’d be like a service, I bet, a special kind of life insurance. $100,000 per year and we’ll keep a copy of you in reserve to reprint when you die. Come make a new copy every six months.”
“People would train up one worker and make copies.”
“We already do that.”
“Yeah but they’d do it in a creepy corporate way, probably to prisoners or something.”
“If you copied yourself and your copy killed someone, would you be liable for murder?”
“I think only the copy would, since it did it. But if you killed someone and then copied yourself, is the copy guilty?”
“It’s in both of your pasts, so… yeah, I think so? It probably depends on what outcome makes the group who gets to decide the laws the most money.”
If you copy yourself on Earth and then kill your copy right away, is it legally murder or suicide? Do copies have rights? I mean, everyone gets human rights, sure, but are they citizens of the country of their original?”
“Or citizens of the country they were copied in, maybe? Or are they stateless?”
“If you make copies of yourself, do they get equal share in your assets? Or does the first one out of the gate, the ‘original’, get everything?” I eat a forkful of rehydrated stew. “Did you come here to eat, or just to bug me?”
“Both, kind of. Bug you now, eat later. I’ve been looking at the water system – ”
“There’s no point in starting up the water system,” I say wearily. It’s a conversation we’ve had before. It’s a conversation her progenitor had with my progenitor, still there in both our copied memories. “We switched over to the mechanical oxygenation systems awhile ago, yes, but it makes more sense to keep purifying our water by printing it with the foldgate. The water system is designed for thousands of people; if we’re not making thousands of Kates – and we can’t, we don’t have the energy to print that much food – it’s just not worth the work it takes to maintain.”
“We could print more Kates if we weren’t using the foldgate for our water, though.”
“Yes, but not enough to make maintaining the water system worth it. There’s been some talk about setting up a smaller water distillery, when we have time.”
“Sooo,” Ruby says in a kind of teasing tone that makes me immediately suspicious, “you’re saying that if I’d been down there looking at the condition of the old pipes and soforth, I’ve been wasting my time?”
“Yes, Ruby, you’ve been wasting – ”
“Even if I found this?” She whips a capped plastic tube out of her pocket and plonks it on the table in front of my food.
I stare, mouth open.
It’s water. Gross water, obviously. Probably swimming with dangerous bacteria after sitting stagnant in a pipe for literal decades, although given that there’s no animals or anything to shit in the pipe, maybe not. Whatever. That doesn’t matter.
What matters is that it’s green.
“It’s green,” I say, like there’s some chance that Ruby hasn’t noticed.
“Yep.”
“Wh… what is it?”
She shrugs. “Haven’t checked yet. Algae is the obvious possibility. But the point is – ”
“That it’s green.”
“Yeah.”
“There’s photosynthetic life here.”
“Yeah.”
“How?!”
“I imagine it was probably contamination on the pipes when they were brought from Earth. Leave it alone long enough under the dim electric lighting on the outskirts where no one goes, and… well.”
“Is it edible?”
“That’s the main question, isn’t it?” she grins. “I have no idea. I’m going to get some chemists to screen it for common toxins, and then I guess we’ll see.”
“We’ll see? How? Even if they don’t find anything – ”
“Then unless we can positively identify exactly what it is, we can’t be sure. I know. But it’s a start, isn’t it? I mean, even if it isn’t edible, breeding it up under the lights can reduce strain on the oxygenation systems.”
We look up as someone new enters the mess hall, but it’s just Original Kate (well, a reprint of… it’s kind of complicated), flanked by two older Kates. I don’t really know her, except in the way that you could say all Kates know each other through our shared history. She was printed shortly before me and badly scarred in some kind of industrial accident shortly after, so she’s generally escorted everywhere by overprotective friends. They’re hardly likely to come over and talk to us, so we go back to our conversation.
“If we can grow our own food…” I say.
“I know!”
“Even if it’s not complete nutrition, even if it’s just a supplemental food source – ”
“I know! It’s not like we’re lacking the facilities to grow food in a colony designed to support thousands. Just something to grow. And now, we might have it.”
“This could be fantastic news. But why are you telling me?”
“I had to tell someone.”
“You’re not going to tell everyone?”
“Of course not! You know these people. They’re us. Can you imagine the absolutely fucking stupid things that a not insignificant proportion of Kates would do, jumping the gun on something like this?”
“Shove a bunch of raw algae into their mouths and die immediately, probably.”
“Exactly. Safety tests first. Then I’ll break the news, when I have all the data. You can keep a secret, right?”
“You know perfectly well that I can. After all, you can. Except for telling me, I guess.”
“Well, you can do the same thing and tell me,” she says magnanimously. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and find the most discreet chemist we have.”
KATE-2-9-2
“So, basically,” Dani says, “we’re fucked.”
I sigh, and rub my temples. It’s not like the answer was unexpected. I’ve been the head nuclear engineer of Kateopolis for over a decade, which isn’t long enough to become actually good at maintaining a nuclear reactor with no specialists and no training and just the most dense operating manuals you’ve ever seen in your life, but it’s long enough to get a pretty good sense of when you’re fucked. I glance from Dani to the other Kate in the room, the one I don’t know that well who was sent down from Logistics. She doesn’t look surprised, either.
“The energy output is already twenty five per cent less than what it’s meant to be,” she says. “Is it going to get worse?”
“Does it even matter?” I ask. “Aren’t we fucked either way?” That’s twenty five per cent less food, less water, less medicine, less replacement hardware and clothes and general life necessities. I’m not in logistics and even I know that that’s cutting things way too close to the bone.
“In theory, it’s surviveable,” Logistics Kate says. “We distill our water, cut back all luxuries, drop our calorie input, and put a strict ban on printing any new Kates, and as the older ones die off we can loosen the restrictions. But it’d be miserable, and permanently limit our population size. And if the power drop gets worse, we won’t have enough to support ourselves. So…”
“It’s going to get worse,” Dani says. “A control arm has broken and everything inside the reactor is very slightly out of alignment. It can’t correct.”
“Is there going to be some kind of meltdown or explosion or something?”
I shake my head. “This isn’t the twentieth century. That reactor is pumping out a lot more power for a lot longer with a lot less matter, but if the reaction is interrupted, it fizzles out. It can’t run away with itself. It needs perfect alignment or we get problems like this. So we have to fix it.”
“Mitzy,” Dani says in her ‘seriously we are fucked’ voice.
“Hmm?” I ask.
“Mitzy, it… it’s an internal control arm.”
I swear. Logistics Kate looks worried.
“You can fix it, right?”
What part of ‘we’re fucked’ doesn’t she understand? “Oh, yeah,” I say. “We can fix it. It’ll mean shutting the reactor down, sending someone in with a replacement, bolting it into place; a ten or fifteen minute job. We start the reactor up again and we should be at full power. We can even put our broken control arm through the foldgate to turn it into a new spare arm; we copied all of our critical replacement parts into the foldfield ages ago.”
“Then what’s the –?”
“The problem,” I say, “is that, once again, this isn’t the twentieth century. The startup process for this kind of reactor is very, very long, and we’d be on battery power the whole time.”
“How long?”
“Two months.”
Logistics Kate stares. “Two months?!”
“Yeah, it’s a long and complicated process. And I’m guessing we can’t keep the machines running that long on battery power.”
Logistics Kate shrugs. “Most of them aren’t a problem. This place was designed with the expectation of temporary problems like this, but it was also designed with the expectation of contact with Earth to resupply us in an emergency. The oxygen, lights, heating, all of those systems can run on battery power for six months, and we can rig up distilleries for our water needs. The problem is food. We could run the lights and water cycling for the farms on battery power, but it’s not nearly enough for the foldgate, not in the rigged-up, off-spec way that we use it. For this many Kates, we have 2 weeks’ worth of food stored, perhaps. If we had more time, some warning, while we were at full power, then we could print more reserves, but at three squarter power we simply don’t have that kind of leeway. We have two weeks and then we start starving.”
“What kind of civilisation can only feed its populous for two weeks in an emergency?!” Dani asks.
“Believe me, I’ve said the same thing many times. But the higher-ups insist on shaving things close to the bone. The more Kates, the less work anyone has to do, and we’ve been taking too many risks with our population. And now we have to pay for it.”
“So we sacrifice some Kates now or we all starve later? Is that what you’re going to propose to them?”
“If you have a third option, I’d love to hear it.”
“I have a third option,” I break in. I definitely don’t like the third option, but I have it. I take a deep breath and force myself to speak. “It’ll only take two months to power it up if we power it down. In theory, if someone knew what they were doing…” I swallow. “I could get in there and change the arm while it was active. It would take two minutes.”
“Mitzy, no,” Dani says.
“It’s got to be done, and it’s my responsibility.” The steel in my voice surprises me. I’m not the self-sacrificial type, on the whole. But then, this is really sacrificing one of me to save hundreds of me, right? It’s actually very selfish. Mathematically.
“Would you survive?” Logistics Kate asks.
“Long enough to do the job? Yes.”
“Long enough to get out?”
“… There’s a possibility, yes.”
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t be okay,” Dani says. “You could wear all the radiation protection we have and you’re still going to be cooked alive in there. If you do get out, you’ll just die over several hours instead of a few minutes.”
“It has to be done, Dani.”
Logistics Kate shakes her head. “That’s not acceptable. Your expertise about the reactor is far too important; you know more than anyone else. Send one of your lackeys.”
“No,” Dani and I say together.
“There’s the obvious solution,” Dani says. “She could just – ”
“No,” Logistics Kate says.
“It’d be simple! She goes and makes a copy of herself now and sends the copy. It’d cost us nothing but a single copy run!”
“It would cost us a new Kate.”
“Oh, so you’re happy for one of us lackey techs to go, but not a copy of Mitzy? Then I’ll copy myself and send her – ”
“No!”
“What’s the difference? Other than by not copying ourselves, we lose someone permanently?”
“The difference is precedent,” Logistics Kate snaps. “If we do this, make a sacrificial Kate to deal with this issue, where does it stop? We both know – we all know – where that slippery slope leads.”
“How many reactor issues with no backup food stores do you expect to encounter? As soon as we’ve solve this, people will begin preparing – ”
“The reactor isn’t the only piece of critical hardware in this colony. What happens when one of the domes is badly damaged, and needs risky outside repairs? When buildings collapse? When we encounter something that might be poisonous and we want to test it? You know perfectly well that if we begin on this path, making copies of ourselves designed to die, there’s no telling where it ends.”
“So you’d rather kill someone without a recent copy? That’s worse than – !”
“It’s not necessary,” I cut in. “You’re both missing the obvious solution here.” I swallow again, and force myself to continue. “I’ll copy myself, and then I’ll go and do the repair. The copy will take my place as head nuclear tech.”
“How is that any different?” Dani asks. “The order we come out of the foldgate doesn’t actually make us more or less original than – ”
“It’s different,” Logistics Kate said quietly, “for the same reason you protested her sacrificing herself but were happy to send her clone. We can talk about the physics of it all you want, but the way we feel walking into the gate, the way we treat each other, is that the one who walks out is the original, yes? I think this will work. I think we can get it done, have a head tech, and avoid setting a bad precedent.”
“We need to gather the Kates in charge and pass this as a law,” I say, trying not to sound how I feel, like I’ve just jumped off a cliff. I’m going to die. I’m actually going to die. “Make this the new rule. We don’t make copies to sacrifice – if sacrifices have to be made and we copy ourselves, the original makes the sacrifice.”
“They won’t agree to that,” Dani snaps.
“Yes, they will,” Logistics Kate says, “because the alternative is mass starvation.”
“There has to be another way. I still think this sets the bad precedent; we – ”
“No, it doesn’t,” Logistics Kate says, “because no matter what the physics says, you believe the original is the original. It’s obvious from how willing you were to send a copy, but you’re fighting tooth and nail to stop your boss from going and leaving a copy in her place.”
I don’t hear the rest of their argument; I’m already heading to the town centre. Heading out to propose the law. And have it agreed to. And copy myself.
And die a painful death to save hundreds of myself. Like the selfish bitch I’m trying desperately to tell myself I am.
KATE-2-9-2-1
There’s dirt in the box.
There’s dirt in the box, and I have never been so happy to feel it there. Because that means that I’m not Mitzy. I’m her copy, the new fuel tech printed after she fixed the reactor. I’m alive! I get to live! I’m already sobbing before I realise how weak and stupid that’s going to make me look to the other Kates, but right now, I don’t care, because there’s dirt in the box. I’m not the original.
I push the box open, but Kate-4 isn’t waiting for me. Dani is. And she looks grim.
“Hey, Mitzy,” she says.
“Hi,” I say. “But I do need to pick a new name.” I indicate the box. “Tradition, and all that. Not being the original.”
“Yeah, about that. Uh. We have a problem.”
“A… problem?”
“Mitzy… didn’t manage to complete the repair. The bolts were stuck, it took longer than expected. She was… she…” Dani swallows. “It’s mostly done now, but if it’s not completed within the next few hours, we have to shut the reactor down. So… we need you to try again.”
“I… I don’t… the whole point was not to send copies…”
“And that sounded like a great idea at the time, but we’re on a very limited timeframe and you are the one with the skill to best pull off this job.” She tries a smile. It’s not very reassuring. “You volunteered once. We need you to volunteer again.”
KATE-2-9-2-2
There’s dirt in the box.
There’s dirt in the box, and I have never been so happy to feel it there. Because that means that I’m not Mitzy. I’m her copy, the new fuel tech printed after she fixed the reactor. I’m alive! I get to live! I’m already sobbing before I realise how weak and stupid that’s going to make me look to the other Kates, but right now, I don’t care, because there’s dirt in the box. I’m not the original.
I push the box open, but Kate-4 isn’t waiting for me. Dani is. And she looks grim.
KATE-2-9-2-3
There’s dirt in the box.
There’s dirt in the box, and I have never been so happy to feel it there. Because that means that I’m not Mitzy. I’m her copy, the new fuel tech printed after she fixed the reactor. I’m alive! I get to live! I’m already sobbing before I realise how weak and stupid that’s going to make me look to the other Kates, but right now, I don’t care, because there’s dirt in the box. I’m not the original.
I push the box open, but Kate-4 isn’t waiting for me. Dani is. And she looks grim.
KATE-2-9-2-4
There’s dirt in the box.
There’s dirt in the box, and I have never been so happy to feel it there. Because that means that I’m not Mitzy. I’m her copy, the new fuel tech printed after she fixed the reactor. I’m alive! I get to live! I’m already sobbing before I realise how weak and stupid that’s going to make me look to the other Kates, but right now, I don’t care, because there’s dirt in the box. I’m not the original.
I push the box open, and Kate-4 is waiting for me. “Welcome to Kateopolis, population: Kate,” she says. And I laugh. In the moment, it’s the funniest like I’ve ever heard in my life.
I hope my original didn’t suffer too badly repairing the reactor. I feel kind of bad about my relief at not being her. But it is what it is, and I’m not going to die.
Whistling, I stroll out of the building and get to work.
KATE-3-5-2-1
“Now, there’s an idea,” Ruby says, pointing with her fork across the mess hall at the head reactor tech who’d just walked in. “Die saving Kateopolis. Get treated like a hero forever. Nice gig.”
“She still has her actual gig, with the reactor,” I point out. We’ve been doing this for nearly ten years now, and she’s as random as ever. “And anyway, you’d have to die if you did that. Let your copy reap all the benefits.”
“You know that it’s the same – ”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I poke at my food. Ruby, I notice, isn’t poking at hers.
“Not hungry?” I ask.
“Not really.”
“You weren’t hungry yesterday, either.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll pass.”
“The lack of appetite? We love eating! You might be sick.”
“I’m sure I’m fine. I just.” She goes to get up, then sits back down again heavily, putting her head in her hands.
“Doctor! Now!”
KATE-3-4-4-2
I look down at our oncologist and purse my lips. She’s unconscious now, but our interview was enlightening. The blood tests were even more enlightening.
“Is she going to be alright?” one of the Kates in the room asks. Her friend, the one who’d brought her in. An engineer, I think, and she looks barely ten years old. (Ten years older than we were when we got stranded here, I mean.) The other Kate in the room, the head of logistics, is much older, and the worry in her eyes has nothing to do with the Kate on the bed and everything to do with the fact that she’s our oncologist.
“No,” I say, not bothering to sugar-coat the truth. “No, she’s not. Her liver’s completely shot. I give her three months, tops.”
“When was her last copy made?” Logistics Kate asks.
“Six months ago.”
“Right, so can print – ”
“It’s not that simple,” I cut in. “Sure, you can print as many new oncologists as you need with her skills from six months ago, but they’re only going to live about nine months. Maybe a bit longer with a controlled diet, but.” I shrug. “We don’t really have the food source variety or purity to closely control a diet here.”
“The damage was done longer than six months ago?” Logistics Kate asks.
I nod. “She says that quite some time ago, she found algae growing in the old water pipes and proposed having it tested as a possible food source. After the various poison tests came back inconclusive and trials on Kate volunteers were denied, she apparently began secretly testing it on herself.
“What?” Friend Kate gasps. “That was ages ago! That was way back just after I was copied!”
“How long ago was that?” I ask.
“I don’t know, about ten years?”
“If she proposed a test and it was denied,” Logistics Kate says, “I can look the exact date up in the records. Is it important?”
“The exact date? Not particularly. But I’d estimate that this damage became irreversible around six months into her experiment. So if you want an oncologist that’s not on a very limited clock of her own, you need to go back at least that far.”
“She knew so much less, then. We have Kates that need her now.”
I shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you. Most of her is fine, but her liver’s shot. If you want someone with a working liver, you’ve got to go back to before it was shot. I’m surprised she survived this long with so few symptoms, actually.”
“Hmm.” Logistics Kate rubs her chin thoughtfully. “We could print a recent copy and an early copy, have the recent copy bridge the knowledge gap while she trains the early copy as quickly as possible…”
“What are you talking about?” Friend Kate snaps. “You’re going to let her die, and print a copy of her destined to die in six months? The whole reason we have an oncologist is to deal with our old-age predisposition to cancer and extend the lives of our oldest Kates; how does printing Kates specifically to die young help?”
“Because one oncologist Kate can extend the lives of many other Kates,” Logistics Kate says. “If you have a better idea, I would love to hear it.”
Friend Kate looks to me. “You’re a doctor. Can’t you do… dialysis and stuff? To keep her alive?”
“We don’t have a dialysis machine lying around. Most of the colony’s medical facilities weren’t transported here before the foldgate collapsed. I’m sure the engineers can use their ingenuity and the foldgate to invent one, if given time, but before she dies? No.”
“Well we have to do someth – ”
“Do we have the tools for surgery?” Logistics Kate cuts in.
“Um. Yes,” I say. “We’ve done some dental work and remove tonsils and stuff. The sterile packaged, disposeable tools are all copied into the foldfield. But you’re not suggesting surgery in this case, are you?”
“I am. We have a perfectly good oncologist here who needs a new liver. There are two ways past this – either we lose nearly ten years’ worth of expertise that our other Kates need now, or we fix this one’s liver, copy her data, and scrap all the liver-damaged copy data. Then we can print from this healthy, experienced oncologist as much as we need, as planned.”
“I’m not a surgeon! None of us are surgeons!”
“You said you’d removed tonsils, right?”
“That’s not comparable on any level to a liver transplant!”
“But she’ll die anyway if you don’t do it, right?” Friend Kate cut in. “And so will any other oncologists that get printed with enough knowledge to be useful. So what have we got to lose by trying?”
“True,” I concede, “except for the obvious point, which is that as much as we joke about this being a post-scarcity society, we don’t have a bunch of healthy livers sitting around for transplant.”
“We have two hundred and nineteen healthy livers sitting around for transplant,” Logistics Kate says.
I stare at her. Then I look down at my patient.
“”We’ll need a volunteer,” Friend Kate says. There’s a little tremble in her voice, and I don’t know her at all, but I know myself well enough to read what she’s thinking. She’s wondering whether she’s going to have to volunteer herself. “We find someone who’ll do it, then copy them so we can print a replacement, then we – ”
“Um,” I say. “Actually. None of us are likely to have great livers at this point. I mean, nobody seems to have any major problems, except this one, but our diets and impurities native to our air cycling system take their toll. Our best option would be to find someone who’s spent as little time in Kateopolis as possible.”
“A really early, fresh print,” Logistics Kate translates.
“Yes.”
She narrows her eyes. “We have a law about this. Kates who are sacrificed choose it themselves. We don’t make disposeable copies. The precedent would – ”
“Look,” I say. “Do you want a healthy oncologist or not? And honestly, I think it’s much crueller to make someone choose to die, to have them know they’re about to die, than the alternative. I’m just the doctor, and this is my medical advice. You want me to try my hand at replacing a fucking organ? I can’t guarantee success, but bring me the organ and I’ll try. You want the best chance of success? The best chance is with a young liver. What you do with this information is up to you.”
KATE-8
Waking up inside a cramped, dark metal box is somehow even more disconcerting the second time.
There are extenuating circumstances, I suppose. My five companions are long dead, meaning there’s no particular rush to get up before properly reflecting on my situation, and the fact that I made this journey through a collapsed foldgate isn’t helping.
Also, there’s a bunch of dirt in the box with me that wasn’t here when I went in. I’m not sure what that means but it’s probably really bad.
Fortunately, I’m a fucking genius. I mean, I’m by definition the best foldgate tech on the planet, so. That has to count for something. Right?
I… seem to be fine. Except the dirt. I’m not happy about the dirt. That wasn’t in the box when I went in, meaning there’s something wrong with the data, meaning there could be all kinds of shit inside me. I’m going to have to run as many medical tests as possible. As soon as possible.
I push the lid of the metal box up and go to climb out into the empty, desolate transport room.
It’s not empty.
“Welcome to Kateopolis,” the older woman standing over me says, giving me a gentle smile. “Population: Kate.”
She looks like me (obviously, there’s no one else here), except about fifty years old. My first thought is a somewhat delirious, ‘oh, I guess it took a really long time to perfect this tech, then’. But as she helps me out of the box, I can see that this place has undergone a lot of changes; foldgate boxes are piled in neat stacks in one corner, crates of apparently random goods in another, and a big chart on the wall is covered in names of things with values and little ticks next to them.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“All in good time,” the older Kate says, pressing a cup of water into my hand. “You need to get your fluids up and get some rest.”
I drink it in three gulps. It tastes strange, a little tangy. There must be blood in my mouth or something. Older Kate takes a seat in an office chair that’s seated behind one of several desks against one wall, and gestures to another. I sit down.
“So,” she says. “Let’s start by answering your questions.”
I have questions. I have a lot of questions. Kateopolis has been around for a lot longer than I ever would’ve expected to survive out here, so far from Earth – it’s a little overwhelming. But I only get through a tiny fraction of the questions I want to ask before a sudden wave of fatigue overcomes me.
“Are you alright?” Older Kate asks me, frowning. “The printing process can be pretty exhausting… come on, let’s get you to bed.”
KATE-3-4-4-2
I look down at our oncologist and purse my lips. Then I look at the much younger Kate lying next to her, sleeping peacefully. Fuck, we were so young when we came here.
I try to remember everything I’d read, all the educational videos I’d watched, all the simulations we’d done, as I pick up my scalpel. My hand isn’t shaking, so that’s a start.
I’m not a fucking surgeon. But I guess I am now.
I glance at my assistant. Barely any of her is visible behind the mask and hairnet, but her steady eyes meet mine.
“We’d better get this right,” she tells me. “The consequences if we don’t…”
“I know,” I nod. “If we don’t get this right, Kateopolis will be without experienced oncologists.”
My assistant shakes her head. “If we don’t get this right,” she tells me, “They’ll print a new oncologist and a new organ donor, and make us keep trying until we do.”
We older Kates saw the crisis coming long before the younger ones did, I think.
Well, that’s not necessarily accurate. I think everyone knew that if we managed t maintain a decent life expectancy, we were going to hit a critical point where the older Kates couldn’t work and our population and resource limits would force a lot more labour on the youngsters until us older ones started dying off to make room for replacements. It’s fairly obvious when you think about it, and we have a whole logistics division for thinking about this sort of thing.
But us older Kates paid more attention. To the youngsters, it was some far-off thing that would hit eventually. To us, well, whenever a joint became a little harder to bend, a limb became a little more painful to move, a sense became a little duller, we were aware of the ticking clock. And we knew that eventually, when the youngsters decided the situation was untenable, a decision would be made, and it would be our arses on the line. (We know how Kates think, see.) So by the time it was decided that something must be done about the ageing population, by the time that critical vote was held, we were prepared. We’d been prepared for years.
I think the Kate across from me – Dotty, her name is – is a little surprised at just how quickly us oldies agreed on a spokesperson to send to her. She doesn’t know that I was picked for this job over a year ago. Before I had to retire from foldgate duty, I’d been the first Kate that most new Kates see, and that impression goes surprisingly far. I was probably the first Kate that Dotty ever saw, although I’m not certain – I don’t remember every Kate. I’d at least have been the first Kate that a couple of her Kate ancestors had seen, so the memories are there. She watches me quite coldly from the other side of the table, nevertheless.
“So,” I say. “You’ve decided to kill us.”
Pink tints her cheeks. “That’s not what’s happening.”
“It’s mass murder and you know it.”
“It’s a time skip! You know how we do things. The Kate that comes out first, the one from making the copy, is the one who made the copy. If we put you through and pause – ”
“Don’t you go lecturing me of all people on how printing Kates works! You want to put us in that gate, let it dissolve us, and not pull us out the other side. We call that murder.”
“By that logic, it’s murder every time we copy someone. It won’t be forever. Those of you who go in will be reprinted when there’s space for – ”
“That’s never going to happen and you know it. You can make all the promises and draw up all the charters you want, but we both know that when there’s room for more Kates, nobody’s going to be printing arthritic seventy-year-olds instead of fresh young engineers. We won’t be doing this.”
“You don’t have a choice. You were outvoted. Eighty per cent of the Kates over the age of sixty five will be preserved until our capacity allows – ”
“Preserved,” I spit. “At least come up with a good euphemism. We won’t be doing this.”
“You don’t have a choice. It’s going to happen. Don’t make it more unpleasant than it needs to be.”
“You know, if I was still running the foldgate – ”
“But you aren’t. And you won’t be allowed anywhere near it, unless your name is drawn for preservation and you have to go through it. Until then, this meeting – ” Dotty’s cut off by a sudden piercing alarm. “What’s that?!”
“Well, in my vast experience at surviving inside this colony that apparently doesn’t mean anything to you people, I’d have to say that that’s an airlock failure alarm. Airlock two, would be my guess.”
The sound grows louder and faster.
“And that would be the airlock two failure alarm and the airlock one failure alarm ringing at the same time. Oh, and… is that airlock four? It’s honestly impossible to tell with them layered over each other like this. And of course, my hearing isn’t what it used to be.”
“What did you do?!”
“Me? I’ve been sitting here talking to you. Some of the other oldies might have taken matters more directly into their own hands.” I smirk. “Oh, don’t look so worried – the colony isn’t exposed to the outside. Those alarms just mean that one of the airlock doors has failed. Each airlock has a second door that’s working fine. It wouldn’t be an airlock otherwise.”
Glaring at me, Dotty picks up her radio and calls security to warn them of the situation. I don’t try to stop her. There’d be no point – the safety and security teams presumably know what all the alarms mean (I don’t; I’m just bluffing based on my knowledge of the plan) and have already sent people to deal with the problems. It’ll take them a few minutes to get to the airlocks all ready to arrest the sabateurs only to find out that it’s the outer airlock doors that have been sabotaged, not the inner ones, and the Kates responsible are all outside the protective dome of the colony in space suits, ready to blow the inner doors, and completely untouchable without opening an inner door and contaminating the colony with the toxic atmosphere outside. Someone might suggest taking the risk anyway (better a small atmospheric contamination than the whole colony being destroyed), and at that point they’d need time to learn that the entire colony was mysteriously devoid of space suits (the couple we’d kept inside for an emergency were far too well concealed for them to find any time soon), and that all the space suit printing data had been scrubbed from the foldgate months before they’d started throwing this ‘preservation’ plan around and started guarding the foldgate from us old folks.
We really have been preparing for this sort of thing for quite some time.
I know how Kates think. I know they won’t be ready to consider our demands until they realise that they’re screwed otherwise. Making demands while they think they’re safe is a waste of time, so I wait through Dotty’s little talk on the radio, and I wait while she runs out of the room, and I amuse myself with a couple of rounds of solitaire using the deck I’d brought until she eventually comes back.
“Is this really what you want?” she snaps.
“I think what’s more important is what you want,” I reply. “Your side of the vote won. Is this really what you want? We’d love to live out our lives in a nice, non-destroyed colony, but your plan doesn’t really allow for that, now, does it?” I frown at my Solitaire game. I really need the three of clubs, and I can’t find it.
“You won’t do it,” I say. “You were one of the first Kates. You’ve been here since the beginning. You won’t destroy everything and everyone in a stupid, petty – ”
“Fight for survival?” I peek under the hidden cards until I find the three of clubs and add it to my deck. “Come on, Dotty. You know us, because we’re you. So think carefully.” I put my three down, and put a two and an ace on top of it to complete the set. “What would you do, in our situation?”
“What do you want?” she asks wearily.
“Apart from not dying?”
“Yes, apart from that.”
“Just the ability to make sure you won’t be able to kill us.”
“Which entails what, exactly?”
With that pesky three dealt with, finishing the game is easy. I sweep my cards up. “Kateopolis is about to become a glorious theocracy,” I grin. “The foldgate brings us life and the foldgate sustains life. All praise to the gate, a device so powerful and sacred that only the most venerated elders may tend it.”
Despite the stakes of the situation, Dotty rolls her eyes at my theatrics. “You want control of the foldgate.”
“Yep. The central logistics offices belong to us now. Nobody under the age of sixty five may enter, unless being escorted by one of us for copying purposes. You want stuff printed, it goes through the senior citizens. You want stuff copied, it goes through the senior citizens.”
“You realise that this isn’t just about new Kates. You’re talking about taking full control of our food, hardware, and medicine supply lines.”
“Yep!”
Dotty narrows her eyes. “The others would never go for this.”
“Then I suggest that you remind the others how hard it will become to breathe once the inner airlock doors are breached… oh, and that the Kates outside have a limited air supply in their space suits. They’re waiting right now, ready to repair the breached doors as soon as they receive the right code, but if they run out of time, they’ll simply blow the doors.” I pocket my cards and stand up. “So I’d work quickly, if I were you.”
KATE-3-2-3-1
I drop in to see my favourite artisan on the way to the community meeting. “Lonnie. Hi.”
She doesn’t look up from the glass lens she’s polishing. “Your new lenses are going to be late.”
“I can see that.” The artisans are some of the most important Kates – they make things. If there’s some piece of equipment that we need that isn’t in storage and hasn’t been copied into the foldgate, an artisan will craft the most perfect version they can to copy it in. Sometimes, this means carefully leaching heavy metals from the soil outside the domes. Sometimes it means mixing new flavour combinations for foods, or carefully soldering electronics. Today, for Lonnie, it means hand-grinding a specific lens of a size and magnification that we don’t have in storage, so that me and the other meteorologists can look at some high-activity radioactive dust clouds and determine if they’re a danger to Kateopolis. “It’s no rush,” I assure her. “The cloud is weeks out. What caused the delay?”
“I had to teach a group of Kates how to sew a button properly.”
“Ah.” That makes sense. In the year or so since the older Kates took over the foldgate, there’s been a lot more DIY. In the old days, if we broke a button, we’d just print a new shirt, but people don’t like using the foldgate any more. Handing the materials over and meekly explaining to an old lady what you want feels… like more of an imposition, I guess. It makes you second-guess whether it’s worth their time to copy.
“I have more exciting news than some cloud, anyway,” I grin. “You’ll never guess what our astrophysics department discovered.”
“That a meteor is going to crash here and kill us all?”
“Something much less important. But also, much less boring. We know what caused the foldgate to collapse in the first place.”
That, finally, gets Lonnie to look up from the lens. “You discovered what cut us off from Earth?”
“Yep! The short answer is, solar flares.”
“Electromagnetism doesn’t affect foldfields, you know that. Using them in space would be impossible if it did. I know our gate is old, but this sort of thing was extensively tested long before they launched it.”
“Of course it was. Electromagnetism and radiation interference and distance and relative velocity of the two gates and all that were ironed out long before we were born, but on Earth they didn’t know – they had no way of knowing – that a moderate-to-severe white star solar flare, when filtered through an 0.5atm atmosphere rich in uranium and non-oxygenated iron dust, can stimulate the uranium to cause foldfield interference. And that, we think, is what happened the first time one of our semi-regular solar flares hit. The foldgate itself was in an Earth atmosphere beneath our shielded dome far enough away from the edge that we had enough of the field left to create our little loop, but the connection to Earth passes through quite a lot of the atmosphere outside.”
“That’s… a specific circumstance.”
I shrug. “They sent a lot of foldgates to a lot of planets. Some of them were bound to fail for specific reasons that nobody thought to test. Anyway, I’ve got a community meeting to get to; you coming?”
“No. If they need anything weird made, they’ll tell me.”
“You know, if you show up to these things, you get to help decide what weird – ”
“I don’t care.”
KATE-7
As usual, they’re a bit nervous around me at the community meeting. They always have been – they never stop seeing me as the Original Kate, after all – but it’s become worse since the elder takeover of the foldgate. Technically, I’m too young to be one of the elders, by just a little bit, but they claimed me, anyway. Of course they did. They’re too married to the idea that I’m somehow the oldest Kate not to. And of course, I’m the one that always gets sent as a representative to these meetings, to talk to the younger Kates. Of course.
I barely listen as the Kates go through the usual issues and cover recent problems. None of this is my problem unless they need the foldgate, and if anyone did, they’d have come to me before the meeting. The discovery of why the foldfield connecting us to Earth collapsed is interesting, but just trivia at this point – we can’t re-establish the connection, so it’s not like it’s actionable. The Kate who brings it to our attention shares a lot of complicated math about just how far the effect of these flare-stimulated interferences can spread beyond the uranium particles and points out that it can penetrate the space suits of Kates doing outside work at the wrong time, but since foldfield interference doesn’t affect human biology in any known way, this doesn’t actually matter.
Finally, it’s my turn to share news. I have two things to share today – one that they’ll like, and one that they’ll really, really hate.
I start with the good news. “The logistics team has reviewed our resource consumption, and decided there’s enough room to revive three new Kates. They’ll expect your decisions by the next meeting.”
A flurry of discussion. I don’t bother listening. It’s the same every time; a talk of what industries are under- or overstaffed, the best allocation or resources and expertise… and the undercurrent that nobody actually says out loud, which is ‘how old are our candidates’? Older Kates are more useful Kates, Kates with more expertise (up to a certain point; too old and they become less useful). But older Kates are also around less before they gain access to the foldgate, and have less years of useful work in them. Foldgate Kates still work normal jobs for as long as their bodies will let us, but everyone weakens eventually, and to the younger Kates, it’s not just a question of ‘how useful is a potential new Kate?’, it’s also ‘will this Kate retire before I do?’ There are too many old Kates now, they think, draining resources and taking up a space that could be taken up by a more useful Kate, and they’re waiting for us to die off. They want a more even spread, a small old population and as big a working population as possible, so that they don’t have to do as much work themselves. Printing Kates older than them is, in a selfishly practical way, counterproductive – each Kate wants to retire first, and have a strong population of able Kates in place to keep things running when they do.
So young Kates tend to be preferred these days, even though they have to be trained up again. I can already predict who they’ll pick. They’ll look at the tasks that most need doing, and choose the youngest Kate who has the ability to do them.
Once that conversation finishes (for the moment; the handful of Kates that actually make the decisions will discuss it casually later), I have to deliver the bad news.
“The foldfield is running out of space to store new patterns,” I tell them.
There’s no immediate outpouring of anger or despair. The entire room looks at me, silent. Some look worried, some thoughtful, but most vaguely bemused. It’s been too many years since they were foldgate techs; they’ve gotten used to forgetting or ignoring the technical limitations of the device.
“That can’t be right,” one of them says. “When we modified that foldfield, we made sure it could store thousan – ” she trails off.
I nod. The foldfield can store thousands of patterns, thousands of objects it believes to be ‘in transit’. Thousands of buttons and food packets and iron gears and silicon chips and Kates. Over the decades, such things do add up.
“Many of the patterns currently stored in the field are pretty simple,” I say. “The techs think we can combine some of them – rather than transporting an individual computer chip, for example, we could put together kits of a whole bunch of electronics and print a whole new kit whenever we run out of any single component. Then we can purge dozens of patterns and condense them into one. We can do this with most of our simpler specialist items, if they’re small enough. Another space-saving measure that was floated is that we could store stable objects, such as metal parts, clothing and furniture, as physical objects in a warehouse and purge their patterns from the gate; then we can recopy them from the warehouse to print new ones. That idea was shot down as dangerous if something happens to the warehouse, but it’s an option we have. We can also purge objects that can be simply assembled from other objects – purge all furniture, for example, and copy in wood and nails that can be used to build a wide array of furniture. However, that would involve a massive increase in physical labour to construct objects. One of the main advantages of the foldgate is how much labour it saves us. So we’re not fans of that for the moment. Right now, the plan is to try the combining method, turning a lot of small simple patterns into fewer larger patterns.”
“Will we need to purge anything?” a Kate asks.
“There’s been some talk of purging objects that are easily constructed that we almost never need. Thus far, there’s been no talk of purging any Kates. We believe that we can save enough space via the combination method that that won’t be necessary for a good long time.”
The room relaxes. ‘A good long time’ is usually taken to mean ‘we don’t have to worry about this, because some other fucking thing will probably kill us first’. But some other fucking thing kept not killing us first, so I make a mental note to worry about it.
Well, a mental note to expect it. I’m not worried. I don’t care if we purge a bunch of Kate patterns from the foldgate. We use less than forty of them, there’s no reason to hold onto the others. We could purge them all except the original, for all I care; make everyone start from scratch. Like I’d had to.
KATE-3-2-3-1
The new lenses that Dollie made for us came out top-notch. Less than a week after the town meeting, I’m tracking the approaching clouds with six new telescopes and some very fancy software that one of my techs had needed to pull up some long-buried fold tech knowledge to put together. We know exactly how dense it is, the velocity it’s moving, the angle it’ll hit us, and when it’ll arrive. I the human almost don’t need to be here at all.
There are two main reasons to track clouds like this. One: is it a danger to our dome canvas? In theory, a cloud moving with enough velocity or at the wrong angle could pose a threat to the physical integrity of Kateopolis, requiring some outlying domes to be closed off or some canvas to be reinforced until the cloud passes. We’ve done that before, but no dome has ever actually been breached. Which is good, because if we ever did get a hole torn in something and a bunch of highly radioactive dust thrown about to rip into everything and pile on every surface, the sheer amount of work in making that dome livable again wouldn’t even bear thinking about. How would you even go about repairing, reinforcing, thoroughly cleaning and de-irradiating a whole fucking neighbourhood? Without extremely limited construction equipment? And while wearing space suits? If an outer dome breaches, Kateopolis will probably just write off the loss entirely.
That doesn’t matter right now, because this cloud looks gentle. Very thick, but no dangerous winds. No expected problems with the dome.
The other question I need to answer is: how much fucking work will the cleanup be? Is this little annoyance going to drop a crapton of uranium and iron dust all over us that’ll need to be cleaned off so that the cumulative effect of multiple clouds doesn’t eventually get heavy enough to collapse the domes? And the answer to that question is, unfortunately, it’s going to be a lot of work. It’s a thick, slow cloud, and it’s going to absolutely bury us in ferromagnetic, radioactive garbage, that a bunch of Kates (who aren’t me) will have to clean off with huge brooms and shovels, in space suits. It’s times like this that I’m relieved to have a cushy nerd job.
“Tansy,” one of my techs calls from the door. “We’ve got the prediction on the next solar flare.”
“That’s nice,” I say, not looking away from the screen. “When is it? We can use it to take some foldfield readings outside the dome and learn more about the initial collapse, if we have time.”
The tech reads the date and time. I still don’t look away from the screen – not because I’m not particularly interested, this time. It’s because I’m also looking at the exact same date and time in my data.
“It’s a really big one, this time,” the tech says helpfully. “About twice the strength of normal.”
I recheck my data, and realise that we’re about to be under the thickest dust cloud this planet has ever thrown at us. I stand up quickly.
“I need to run some simulations,” I say, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.
KATE-4-2-2
The Kate explaining the situation in our little emergency meeting is antsy, agitated, fidgeting with both hands as she paces back and forth across the room.
“We ran the simulations,” she says. “Multiple times. We even ran practical experiments, using the electromagnetic emitters; they can imitate very small scale solar flares perfectly, we designed them for that to discover this phenomenon in the first place. With the thickness of the cloud and the timing of the solar flare, the foldfield disruption of the excited uranium will be far, far greater than what we normally get. I mean, I’ve back-calculated and found that some of the previous flares actually penetrated far deeper into Kateopolis than we expected, so – well, that doesn’t matter, I guess. Important thing is, this will be the biggest foldfield disruption even we’ve ever seen. Much bigger than the one that collapsed our foldfield initially; that one didn’t even penetrate the domes. This one will cause disruptions for six kilometers around the cloud.”
“That will penetrate every dome we have completely,” one of my coworkers, Nelly, says. “Every single Kate will be within range of this interference.”
“W-well, yes, but – ”
“And you’ve said before that there weren’t any known effects of this sort of disruption on Kates. Do we have new information? Are we in danger?”
“That really doesn’t matter,” I say. “It could give us all cancer and cook our kidneys and that wouldn’t matter at this point.”
Nelly frowns. “I don’t understand.”
“It’ll reach everything in Kateopolis,” I explain. “Every single Kate… and the foldgate.” I meet the eyes of the reporting tech, and see the answer to the question I’m about to ask written there. I ask anyway. “There’s no way to shield the folgate, is there?”
She shakes her head. “We can’t shield it. And the only reason we could build our little circular foldfield is that we had an untouched fragment of the original collapsed Earth field. This will obliterate that fragment. Not only will we lose the foldfield and every pattern stored inside it, but it’ll also be completely impossible to rebuild it again.”
Silence, for several seconds.
“What are the chances that your readings are wrong?” someone asks.
“In theory, any prediction can be wrong, but… we’re more certain about this than anything we’ve ever reported before. We checked many times, in as many different ways as we could.”
“How long do we have?” I ask.
“Ten days, plus three to seven hours. That’s as precise as the estimate can get.”
“Ten days.”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s make them count.”
KATE-9
Waking up inside a cramped, dark metal box is somehow even more disconcerting the second time.
There are extenuating circumstances, I suppose. My five companions are long dead, meaning there’s no particular rush to get up before properly reflecting on my situation, and the fact that I made this journey through a collapsed foldgate isn’t helping.
Also, there’s a bunch of dirt in the box with me that wasn’t here when I went in. I’m not sure what that means but it’s probably really bad.
Fortunately, I’m a fucking genius. I mean, I’m by definition the best foldgate tech on the planet, so. That has to count for something. Right?
I… seem to be fine. Except the dirt. I’m not happy about the dirt. That wasn’t in the box when I went in, meaning there’s something wrong with the data, meaning there could be all kinds of shit inside me. I’m going to have to run as many medical tests as possible. As soon as possible.
I push the lid of the metal box up and go to climb out into the empty, desolate transport room.
It’s not empty.
It’s rather crowded, actually. Packed with… me. (Obviously.) Mes that look like me, and mes that don’t; mes that are my age and mes that are significantly older. A Kate with a snake tattoo covering half her face and a roughly tourniqueted missing left arm offers her right hand to help me out of the box. A very old Kate in a worn and battered uniform with KATE-4, FOLDGATE MANAGER sewn on the breast gives me a smile.
“Welcome to Kateopolis,” she says. “Population: Kate. For the moment.”
“You’re the very last one,” another Kate adds. She hands me a bottle. “Have a drink.”
I look around at the sea of Kates. There’s a really weird vibe in the room, a sort of… expectation. Some of the Kates are wearing party hats. A lot of them are drinking. Worryingly, a not insignificant number of them are missing limbs, like the one who’d helped me up. They all look recently treated, and not particularly well – even I can see that some of them are infection risks waiting to happen. Given that I’d thought I was the original Kate up until about ten seconds ago, it’s a lot to take in.
I let the feeling of what the fuck what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK wash over me, take a deep breath, and ask. “What the fuck?”
“We’re sorry about this,” another older Kate says, this one with some rather horrific facial scarring that at least looks long-healed. “It seems kind of cruel, to bring you into existence just for this, but… we kind of felt like you needed to be here. Every Kate should be here.”
“It’s the end of the world,” says KATE-4, FOLDGATE MANAGER.
“What?” I ask. Then, to clarify, I add, “the fuck?”
“This’ll be easier to show than to explain,” the scarred Kate says. “How would you like a tour of Kateopolis?”
Kateopolis is beautiful, I realise as I’m lead around and shown the sights. Well, in actual fact, it’s pretty ugly – many parts of it are falling to pieces, things that aren’t are badly made, showing my general attitude of ‘if it works I don’t care what it looks like’, and there’s something creepy about an entire city that’s full of your own face. But half an hour ago, I was eighty lightyears away from the nearest living person with no hope of ever returning to Earth, desperately refining a modified foldfield to try to make copies of myself (a terrible idea, really), wondering how long I’d even be able to keep myself alive in such a place, and now…
Banners hang between the buildings, hastily painted. HAPPY APOCALYPSE DAY, they read. Tables set up along the road display a buffet of creative treats built from deconstructing and recombining the limited array of stored foods we’d started with. Kates talk and laugh and wave and, yes, occasionally cry; many of them are already drunk and quite probably have been for days. Washing hangs on their lines, sculptures sit in their front yards. The tour takes me through laboratories and doctor’s offices and warehouses and a big meeting hall. I built this.
Well, that’s not a fair assessment. All of this was built in Kateopolis’ past and in my future, in hundreds or thousands of my futures that will never happen (because I’ll die pretty soon) but that already did. I’m crying a lot by the end of the tour, and only a little bit of it is because we’re all about to die.
“Okay, but all of this doesn’t explain one thing,” I say.
“What’s that?”
“Why were a bunch of Kates missing limbs and stuff?”
“Oh, that.” Strangely, my guide laughs. “We ran out of calcium.”
“You… what?”
“To build new Kates. We were running out of time; the foldfield could go down at any moment, and we were all very invested in having everyone be here. There wasn’t time to go hauling in massive amounts of concrete or anything. So some of the Kates gave their own. Eight Kates sacrificed a limb to print you.”
“Why, though? Why make me? Why bring me to life just to kill me?”
“Because you deserved to see. You deserved to be here, at the end. Every Kate does.” She wipes a tear off my face with her thumb. “I was you, you know. I mean, this me, this body, was printed from the same pattern as yours. Many of these Kates are third or fourth or even fifth generation; their memories have been through the gate a few times, I’m not sure they remember the first quite so clearly.”
“And you think you do?”
“No. I was printed a long, long time ago. I don’t really remember what it’s like to be you, either. But I remember more than they do, I think.”
“Do you have a name?” I find myself asking. “I mean, I’ve noticed that some of these Kates have other names, so…”
She shakes her head. “They all just call me Kate. Do you want another name?”
“Uh, no. I mean, I was Kate an hour ago, and I’ll be dead soon anyway, so…”
“Fair enough. Should we go and get blind fucking drunk, then?”
KATE-3-5
I think I might be the last Kate alive.
Sandy lies with her head in my lap. With my failing strength, I run my fingers gently through her hair, but she stopped breathing several minutes ago.
When the news broke of the foldgate collapsing, we were faced with a choice. We could print as much food as possible and try to survive for as long as possible after the collapse, but nobody was interested in slowly starving to death, or in the inevitable desperate conflicts that such a famine would create first. All that pain and misery for another month or two? No thanks. Instead, we decided to go out with a bang – one last party, one night of joy, and then a peaceful, painless death. The oxygen feeds had been disconnected from the life support system sometime the day before yesterday; the carbon dioxide filters normally, but we’ve been breathing less and less oxygen as we use it up. Asphyxiation, as it turns out, is painless, so long as carbon dioxide doesn’t build up in the body. For several hours now, Kates have been sitting down, going to sleep, and passing quietly on.
And now nobody is moving except for me.
Sandy and I were strategic about this. We’re sitting on the doorstep of our old house, the one we first moved into together after falling in love. That was a few houses ago now, and a different Kate’s knicknacks line the windowsills, but it has some good memories and a good vantage point for seeing the most active part of Kateopolis. I’m blinking more now, each blink is longer, and I need to decide what I want to be the last thing I ever see. Is t too cliché, to look at Sandy? Probably. But who’s ever going to be able to judge me for it?
I know I’m losing it, because I see movement out of the corner of my eye. It looks like somebody in a space suit. But I must be imagining it. Nobody would be walking around in a space suit right now.
We’d all considered it, of course. At least, I’d considered it, and I assume all the other Kates had, too. In a situation like this, where everyone was asphyxiating, one could put on a space suit and simply breathe canned oxygen until all the other Kates were dead. Then one could turn the oxygen back on, and… well, with all of those dead Kates, all of that fresh meat, you could keep a very small band of you and your friends alive for a good long while, provided you could preserve it all.
I’d run the math, because it was an obvious thing to consider, but dismissed it out of hand. Eating my own corpse for several years in a big dome that was falling apart far faster than I’d be able to maintain it, with no foldgate to print new materials or resources or anything, simply didn’t appeal. This way is better. Much better. Any Kate could see that.
So I must be imagining the Kate in the space suit, as I close my eyes for the last time. There’s no one there. I’m the last Kate. And I am so, so tired.
We had a pretty good run, didn’t we? For someone who should’ve died alone within weeks of the foldgate collapse. We had a really fucking good run.
Here’s a fun question, Sandy. Did you believe in an afterlife? If so, do we have souls, us copies, or the copies of copies of copies? If someone travelling through a foldgate normally has a soul then someone printed in ours does; it’s the same process. But we’ve looked through the pattern code endless times, and it’s just matter, so is there one Kate soul? Are you and I going to be the same person again, Sandy, when I stop breathing? Will we still be different people, partners, or will we be one and the same again?
I can’t wait to find out.
I’d been nearly paralysed after turning my body into a charter bus for a bunch of magic spells, but in the five years since that day I had mostly recovered. Mostly. My hands were steady and my body did what I wanted it to, except when it didn’t, with muscles occasionally spasming or relaxing without warning. My recovery had plateaued about six months ago, and the doctors had warned me that this was probably about as good as it was going to get, but my physio wanted me to keep up with the exercises, just in case. I did so. I’d already accepted that it was too dangerous for me to ever climb again, but if I was lucky, I might eventually recover enough to be able to whip up a complex potion without breaking something important mid-brew.
In the driver’s seat, Magistus – Eugene, I reminded myself, he’d finally dropped that stupid family name a few months ago after years of it being inappropriate – steered the jeep one-handed, leaning out of the window to glance briefly at the sky.
“There’s nothing up there,” I told him. “Nobody’s going to drone strike us.”
“Gertie thinks there might be trouble.”
“Gertrude is paranoid. It’s her job to be paranoid; Sekura Refujeyo would’ve discovered her years ago if she wasn’t. We’re close enough to Duniyasar that there are definitely prophets watching us. Nobody’s going to try anything where they can see.” I took a gulp of water. “Anyway, if there were assassins out there looking for revenge against me personally, they could’ve gotten me at any one of the many, many isolated locations I’ve been wandering around alone over the years.”
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“They’re just scared that if they didn’t get us both, they’d have to face me,” he said, grinning and flexing an arm. “The world’s sexiest fierce protector.”
“Oh, please. You have the muscles, but I’ve got the exotic tattoos.” I rubbed a hand up my arm. I’d developed a deep tan over the years, and the runes that had been laid in my skin in the Lake of Inquisition stood out white, like a geometric lace coating my whole body.
I felt a familiar force pressing at my mind. The Eye of Duniyasar. I let her in.
Saina didn’t distract us with conversation, but as we drove up to Duniyasar she was out the front, waiting. If I couldn’t see through her eyes, I wouldn’t have been able to pick her out of the crowd of people swarming the place. Duniyasar itself was clean and maintained, the windows and the glass dome at the top long since replaced, and surrounded by temporary portable buildings and storage sheds. Eugene pulled into one of the designated car park areas and I stepped out and practically into Saina’s embrace.
She pulled me into a hungry kiss and then pulled back, running her hand through my hair. I ran my fingers over her shoulder, down her arm, over her growing belly.
“So,” I said. “This is the little one.”
“All healthy and growing,” she said. “He’s going to be born into an exciting time.”
“And he’ll probably never forgive us for that. How is the exciting time going? I’ve been somewhat isolated in random African villages for the past few months.”
Saina sighed and rubbed at her arm stump, a nervous habit. “The same. Our revolutionaries are still chomping at the bit for me to properly depose my mother and dissolve the government of Refujeyo, apparently under the delusion that a monarchy that rules by right of magical inheritance would somehow be a good thing to establish in this day and age. Refujeyo supporters are still yelling at my mother to convict me as a criminal and have my property seized, so that they can rebuild on and under Duniyasar without being beholden to my influence, apparently under the impression that they have any hope of rebuilding anything useful without the support of my people and the other mage societies around the world that we’ve re-established traditional relations with. The legacy mages are trying desperately to pretend that Refujeyo is still the magical world power in any respect except for sheer population size and playing their little political games with each other, but very carefully, so they don’t actually start anything that would force them to confront how weak they are. The other eighty per cent of us are trying to just keep things moving along in a way that doesn’t start any wars, and some idiot has once again suggested that we blame Refujeyo’s collapse on Fionnrath and declare war, like that wouldn’t be a waste of time and lives and turn basically all of the other mage societies against us in a time of great vulnerability.”
“Oh, so exactly the same, then.”
“Well, someone’s floated the idea that mum should resign and I should be voted in as High Crone to unite the remnants of Refujeyo’s structure with our traditionalists into a single, unified front. Mum and I both think it’s a bad idea. Firstly, because there’s enough people who hate me that even a very weighted election might fail, and secondly because even if it did work, it’d just anger both groups. Supporters of the old Refujeyo system would see it as a coup, and my traditionalists would see it as a milquetoast half-measure, their destined leader pandering to the regime that they were supposed to dissolve. At this stage I think the plan is to just keep avoiding war and building shelters until the fringe members on both sides get tired.”
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“Well, the place is still standing, so you’re doing better than I could,” I said.
“How long do we have you, this time?”
“Well, I just got here, I don’t have my marching orders yet. But knowing how things have been going lately, probably… a few days, before I have to hit the road again?”
She pouted. “You’ve been gone for two months, and we only get a few days?”
“Critical time. Ask your mage scientists about it. I’m just the messenger.”
“Well, you’re having dinner with us tonight. Hammond’s promised to wear that blue vest you bought him.”
“I love that blue vest. He looks so great in it.”
“Oh, I know you do.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you two were trying to make me forget my mission and stay longer.”
“Oh, love, we know that your work is too important for that.” She gave my arm a squeeze. “We just want to make absolutely sure that you remember to come back home.”
“As if I could ever forget.” I kissed her hand. “Until dinner, my lady.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I walked away, making not for the giant stone temple but for one of the arches surrounding it. Several of them had been set to keep their own single, specific portals open to specific locations, mostly so that everyone knew where to go to get anywhere. I stepped through an archway and into a cave network.
This area was a restricted one, but the guards didn’t stop me. The lattice of runes covering my entire body made me very recognisable, and it was rare that I was asked for ID in places like this. I walked down a narrow hall, pausing only once to lean on a wall while my left leg decided to stop working properly for a few seconds, and turned into a large room full of lab tables and scientists working very hard.
“What have you got for me, Q?” I asked the man nearest the door, who was overlooking his assistants with an air of authority.
Di Fiore sighed. “No matter how many times you say that line, I’m never going to refer to you as 007.”
“That’s because you, unlike me, are not funny.”
“Anyway, even if I did play along, you wouldn’t be Bond. I make gadgets for the delvers, not you; they’d be the secret agents in your metaphor.”
“You made my extractor. And you make the spell traps.”
“The spell traps are for the delvers. You take them when they’re full. So that makes you a Secret Service garbage man. And yes, I have a garbage bin ready for pick up.” He handed me a small box full of small spheres, like little glass beads, each faintly glowing a different colour.
The spell traps were an ingenious device created for the temporary storage of spells. Based on Max’s research into magic entrapment and release, and Miratova’s ichor preservation experiments, they were incredibly weak enchantments that could hold onto a trapped spell for about six months to a year at most, unless a more tempting host (such as a compatible human) came along. They were easy enough to reproduce, but had basically no use outside of Refujeyo.
Inside it, they had one use.
I dipped my hand into the box and swirled the beads around. The lights in them died as the spells jumped into my fingers, into the magic trap that was my body. It was only a hundred or so spells; no burden at all. I could barely notice that they were there.
“And where are these going?” I asked.
“Let me double check.” He turned to a desk with a large paper map laid out on it, a map that was only recognisable as a map of the world if you weren’t too attached to the concept of distance being absolute in three-dimensional space, and donned a pair of gloves. He opened a small drawer in the edge of the table, and carefully, reverently, retrieved the single item from within its velvet-lined depths.
The item was a silver compass, its arms etched with runes. Di Fiore took a few measurements, nodded to himself, and then carefully put it away again.
“Oh, you’ll like this. We have a magic deficit in Australia.”
I perked up. “Anywhere in particular?”
“You can drop them off anywhere in Australia that you like.”
So I’d have a chance to visit both Melissa and Kylie. Fantastic.
“Great,” I said. “I’m off, then.”
“If you die out there, try not to let it be in a boring way,” di Fiore said, turning back to his work.
I continued down the corridor, stopping outside a large room where a lean blonde woman was pacing in front of a line of nervous-looking people sporting backpacks. The oldest of them looked to be in their fifties; most were a lot younger, starting at fourteen.
“For those of you about to delve into the dungeon for the first time, I warn you; it’s a mess down there. Any coherency that those runic hallways once had has been lost, and now it’s just a bunch of collapsed tunnels in a bog of dream logic. From the moment you go down there to the moment you come back up, you are not safe. Remember; your goal is not to delve the deepest, or have the coolest story when you get back. Your job is to collect spells.” She held up a small jar of spell traps. “You each have three of these. Do not ask for more. Anyone who’s trying to trap more than three spells for trip has a death wish, and frankly if you’re making a habit of trapping more than one then you’re too reckless to last long in this job. Now, as you know, spells are dumb as shit and you’ll usually have to use force, but you can trick or negotiate with some of the bigger amalgams to give you a piece of themselves. If you see some big creepy amalgamation of spells, don’t swagger up to it looking for a ‘big score’. I’m sure everyone wants a cool heroic story to tell, but in this job, a spell is a spell. If doesn’t matter if you beat an imaginary dragon in a riddle contest for one of his scales or easily skimmed it off the top of a lake of your own sad memories and moved on without trouble; they’re both spells. So don’t take stupid risks and please, stick together.”
The group filed out through a back door. The woman turned to see me, and her face split into a wide grin. “Kayden!”
“Hiya, Chelsea. New recruits?”
“Most of them.”
“A lot of kids.”
“I know! Half of the legacy mages have taken to adopting witches to continue their line, but the other half seem to have this ingenious idea that because in their day people were marched into a giant vortex of magic until they came out with a spell, their kids should do the same. And it doesn’t matter how many times you tell them that dungeon delving isn’t safe and that the dungeon is an undirected soup of spells and broken tunnels and not a carefully managed stage for exposing people to spells as safely as possible, they all think that their child is special and will come out with a shiny new spell and be their family mage for the next generation.” She scowled. “And then of course the kid, who has been sent here not to do a dungeon delver’s job of trapping spells for release but in the hopes they’ll get one caught in their own body, takes stupid risks in the hope of making this happen, and delves too long or too deep or too far from the group and we have to send in a rescue party. And it doesn’t matter how many times we campaign to try to get the minimum delving age raised to eighteen, your insane society has fourteen as the traditional age of majority for some stupid reason, so this is going to keep happening.”
“To be fair, I didn’t make good decisions at eighteen, either. And neither did you, clearly, since you came here to do this.”
“We’re outliers. Anyway, who wouldn’t want to do this? I can’t believe that Melissa actually went to boring nonmagical medical school.”
I shrugged. “My friend Mae is a ‘stick it to the man’ revolutionary fire mage. After the collapse she went to a nemaganti school to study accounting. Some people are weird.”
“Unlike us normal people, who spend out lives trapping spells in magical dungeons or carrying them to remote parts of the world.”
“Exactly. I’m still not sure why you call it a ‘dungeon’, though.”
Chelsea shrugged. “I didn’t come up with it. Whenever I ask, someone makes a nerd reference. It’s never the same reference.”
“In my day we called it the Labyrinth of Dreams and we liked it.”
“In your day it was an actual labyrinth instead of a bog of pure magic. And I can guarantee that if we went around calling it the Labyrinth of Dreams, we’d get three times as many reckless idiots thinking that a jaunt through there in search of a spell would be a good time.”
“Good point.”
“Alania’s here for a conference, by the way.”
“… Oh. Well, I won’t be sticking around long, so…”
“You’ve been avoiding her for five years. You’re going to have to talk to her eventually.”
“Chelsea, I lied to her for years, went behind her back, and killed her oldest friend while breaking her world. What am I supposed to say to her?”
“I don’t know, but do you think it’s going to get any easier to say if you keep putting it off?”
“Good point,” I said, but I had no intention of talking to Alania. I’d give her a wide berth, she wouldn’t try to track me down, and in a few days, we’d both be gone again.
“Oh, and someone told me to send you to the top of the tower when you get here.”
“Someone…?”
“A surprise.” She grinned.
“Not Alania?”
“No, not Alania.”
I made my way out of the caves, back outside, and then to Duniyasar itself. I brushed past old rooms that had once been silent and crumbling, now refurbished and housing student prophets and apprentices. The well in the centre of the room was in good repair, its traditional mirrored dome replaced and bouncing feeble sunlight from high above around the room, with bars welded over the well mouth so that nobody tried anything dumb like climbing in.
As I ascended the tower, I recalled the first time I’d done it. Kylie and I had been brought here by a portal accident, with no idea where we were or why, and the tower had been lifeless, just level upon level of rooms with bits of abandoned furniture hinting at their purpose. This time, hints weren’t needed; every level was filled with students working, learning, reading. The tapestries that hung on the staircase, concealing the second hidden staircase below, were bright and clean, the library was well stocked, the air was full of voices.
And at the very top, under that glass dome, stood two people looking out over the Sahara desert; a young woman, and an adolescent boy. The boy I didn’t know, but I recognised the woman’s back immediately.
“Kylie? What are you doing here?”
She turned rushed over to give me a hug. The wounds of our last adventure here didn’t show as plainly on her skin as on mine; the scar on her face was far from invisible, but it wasn’t stark, and it was impossible to tell that her eye was glass. “I missed you,” she said.
“Me, too. But why are you here?”
“To see you. Well, to see a lot of people, but we stuck around until you arrived. It’s a magical matter. Kayden, this is my nephew, Owen.”
Owen gave me a solemn nod. “Pleased to meet you, sir,” he said.
“Kayden,” I insisted automatically. (When you’re The Guy Who Broke Refujeyo and you’re going around the world with your very distinctive markings dropping the gift of magic in various locations, you get called ‘sir’ a lot. It was better than ‘that fucking terrorist bastard’, but I still preferred my name.) “It’s nice to meet you too, Owen.”
“Owen wants to be your apprentice.”
I opened my mouth. Closed it again. Now that was a request out of fucking nowhere, especially since I didn’t even know this kid.
“Owen,” I said, “I’m not a mage.”
“You can do magic.”
“Not my own magic. Potions and runes, sure, but I’ve got… these runes throughout my body, they prevent any spell from being active in me. Ever. And while I can carry and release spells, I can’t give them to other people. It’s the spell’s choice. Being my apprentice won’t make you a mage. Starting school at Refujeyo would be better for – ”
“I know.” He crossed his arms. “I don’t want to be a mage. I want to learn magic.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Auntie has taught me a lot about her time as a mage. And, and I’ve read a lot of books, and found other mages to talk to, and… this place. This place took magic, from everywhere, and made it work together, and got everyone to work together, and achieved amazing things. But… magic has existed everywhere, long before Refujeyo existed, and different people learned to do it differently, and I think a lot of that was lost when Refujeyo took over. But now, after the collapse, it’s being found again, or it’s being invented again, new ways to do thing come up by people who didn’t learn the existing ways of doing things. Maybe they do some things worse than Refujeyo, maybe some things better. And that’s what I want to see. What’s the same, what’s different. I want to see it all.”
There was a familiar spark in his eye. I exchanged a glance with Kylie. She smiled, and I understood why she’d brought me this kid.
He was so, so very much like Max.
“How old are you, Owen?” I asked.
“I’m twelve.”
I shook my head. “Way too young. I won’t take an apprentice younger than sixteen.”
“But… but even Refujeyo takes students at at least fourteen!”
“You’re not fourteen either, but even if you were, my apprenticeship, my rules. Sixteen.”
His face fell.
“How good is your handwriting?” I asked.
He looked up again, puzzled. “My… handwriting?”
“Yes. How good is it?”
“It’s… fine?”
“We’ll work on it, then. Can you cook? Or, I dunno, do chemistry experiments at school well? Are you good at measuring ingredients, following instructions?”
“Sure, I… guess?”
“We’ll work on that, too. I won’t take a twelve year old apprentice, Owen, but I am in the market for an assistant. You see, I like to make potions, and there’s a whole lot more runecrafting in my line of work than you’d expect, but these muscles just aren’t up for fine control for long periods of time any more. I need someone who can help with basic physical tasks, and with magical ones. It’d involve a lot of learning runes and potions, as well as basic life skills like cooking and sewing and first aid – you’d be amazed how much first aid is in my job, too. You’d have to travel all over the world with me while we take magic to all kinds of places, and talk to the witches we find about their practices and tell them about other groups they might want to be with, like Refujeyo. And if you’re not totally sick of me by the time you turn sixteen and you’re still in the market for an apprenticeship, we can talk about it then. Are you interested?”
His eyes lit up. “Yes! Thank you so much!”
“Don’t mention it, Owen. We’ll discuss the details tomorrow, alright? And I can catch up with your aunt. For now, I have a very important dinner to get to.”
We’d given a lot to get here, often with only half of an idea of where we were even going. Things were still messy, but… things were always messy, and always going to be. Tomorrow, there would be a world to wake up to, and friends to spend time with, and another adventure to prepare for. And all over the world, people with their own messes to deal with, their own problems to solve, their own sacrifices to remember, would be doing the same sort of thing.
And as I made my way back down from the top of the world, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were going to continue to be okay.
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Modern enchantments are designed so that a spell trapped in an object is freed if the runic circle is destroyed beyond repair. But there are other runic languages that have other ways of doing things. You know how to empower water, yes?”
“In theory,” I shrugged. There were specific ways to put power into water or oil for potionmaking, via direct channelling or ichor extraction. It was fiddly, exhausting, and the return was extremely low for the power you put in, which is why everyone just bought their empowered water from Refujeyo, which (if Max’s theories were right) used water as a kind of energy dampener to absorb the runoff from its big rune tunnels that people were always moving through.
Fiore nodded. “The Lake of Inquisition has a device in it that binds magic. It binds magic exceptionally well, traps it too tightly to use. It traps it too tightly to escape. Then, the person carrying the dangerous spell is submerged.”
“And they drown.”
“Yes. They drown, but the spell can’t escape. Once they are dead and the spell is released, it’s still trapped in their body. It leaks slowly, the energy absorbed by the water as the body decays, empowering it. If anything of the spell escapes the water at all, it’s too damaged to do anything but dissipate harmlessly.” He grimaced at the lake. “It’s an ugly thing, from a more desperate time. We don’t do this any more.”
“What happens now, then? To those… unmanageable spells?”
“We keep their hosts as comfortable and safe as possible, the same as we do for anyone who comes here. When they die, their spells are captured by the Pit, rather than released back out into the world. It’s a simple matter to keep them locked away and avoid using them for initiations. So. Does that answer your questions about what happened to you?”
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“Yeah,” I said. “It does, actually. Thanks.” Fiore clearly knew a lot about the history and structure of Refujeyo. This could be useful. I just needed to figure out what I needed to learn, and how to ask without raising suspicions.
He was still watching me carefully. Appraisingly. “You said you found this place on your first day?” he asked. “And it nearly killed you?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“How did you get out?”
Kylie had found me and pulled me out of the water. But I didn’t like the way Fiore was looking at me. Best not to rope her into this.”
“I, uh, I got out, and then Alania showed up and saved us.”
“Us?”
Shit. “Me.”
“… Right. Miratova didn’t send you here or anything?”
“No! No, she was really annoyed at me, actually. Her rescuing me was the first time we ever met.”
“Hmm.”
“Why? What’s with all the questions?”
“She didn’t seem unusual to you?”
Oh. I relaxed. This was more of his ‘Alania Miratova is doing something weird involving a bunch of suspicious young mages’ conspiracy theory. I shrugged. “I didn’t know her at the time, so I couldn’t say. She mostly seemed annoyed that I’d interrupted what she was doing, and worried about my safety. Wrote a scathing report to Cooper, who was my surveyato at the time.
“And then you, what, kept coming back here?”
I shrugged. “I’ve been here a few times since. Why do you want to know? I haven’t been swimming in the lake and playing toesies with the spellbinding lake monster or anything.” Falling in with di Fiore that one time didn’t count. And deliberately getting caught so I could get samples of the tentacles also didn’t count.
“Right. Just… keep yourself safe.”
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m only here five more months; I promise not to get myself horribly drowned in that time.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Fiore murmured.
“On not getting drowned?!”
“On leaving in five months. Don’t worry. We’re working on it.”
“‘We’?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Standing with my surveyato in the harsh light of my tablet in a hidden cave overlooking an ancient execution device while he said vague bullshit like that, I wished, not for the first time, that Fiore looked less like a Disney villain. “Can we get out of here?” I asked.
“Of course. Lead the way.”
Back in my room, I laid on my bed and stared at stone above for a while. So. That’s what the magical tentacle machine was for. It had bound my spell in my heart for the purpose of killing it. By killing me.
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That explained the poor bastard whose rune-etched skeleton had been among the junk under the lake, I supposed. Nobody had been around to save them before the tentacles could finish their work. I wondered who they’d been. Somebody who’d gone missing, I supposed, their body never found (it would have been removed if it had been found). I couldn’t even bring myself to figure out if I should be angry about the whole thing, about a big lake built to dispose of witches who were just too much trouble to accommodate. I had too many current problems to spend time deciding whether to be mad about one from a couple of hundred years ago.
I could see why it hadn’t come up in magical history classes, though. Skolala Refujeyo was always pretty cagey about anything to do with Refujeyo’s construction and early years, but that little tidbit especially… yeah. Not great PR, when they were so actively trying to get as many new witch students as possible.
It was kind of funny, in a way, in that if I had’ve been a lot more proactive on solving that little mystery, things could’ve gone pretty badly. I mean, if I’d learned about what that lake could do while we still thought that the Child and Hero prophecy was about my spell? Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t have done it. But I would’ve thought about it an awful lot. Instead, now, it was kind of an afterthought. I’d learned about an execution machine that could destroy curses, something that would’ve been the biggest discovery ever at any other time in my life, and compared to what I was trying to deal with now, it just straight-up didn’t matter.
Good thing, too, since I couldn’t risk telling Max and Kylie about it. There was probably a way to convey the information without ‘talking about the nature of curses’, but I’d rather not have to try to tiptoe around my geas if I could help it.
Did this explain why our familiarity link was so stable? Maybe. If this thing could bind a spell inside a body so completely that it couldn’t be activated and it couldn’t be released even in death, then maybe that’s why Kylie’s magic couldn’t spiral out of control in my body and kill me. Or let me go, for that matter; it might be why we couldn’t cancel the link, too. Did that make sense? Maybe. This sort of thing was more Max’s area than mine.
I spent the rest of the day sort of in a daze, until I was getting ready for bed and Kylie burst in, looking stressed. “Have you seen Max?” she asked.
“Not today.” I ducked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. “He’s probably super busy, you know how he gets sometimes.”
“Yeah. Maybe. Only, he doesn’t usually turn off his location on the map, does he?”
“No… why?”
“Well, I started checking for him on the map seven hours ago and – ”
I dropped my toothbrush in the sink and almost tripped over spinning around to stare at her. “He’s been off-campus for at least seven hours?”
“Looks that way.” She bit her lip.
Right. Right. That was no need to panic. “No need to panic,” I said. “I know last time, he… but he promised not to do anything that stupid alone again. He promised not to go behind our backs into dangerous places again.”
“Right. Of course. He’s… probably just getting something for Alania. Or doing some research somewhere. And he just didn’t think to tell us he’d be a long time, or he just… lost track of time. You know how he is.”
“Right. Yes. Of course. He’s not lost track of time for seven hours before, but you’re right. He did promise.”
“Yeah. He wouldn’t run off and do something stupid without us. Even if he did go to Duniyasar or something, it’s probably just to do some research, not… you know.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Anyway, he couldn’t do something stupid, because he can’t get to Duniyasar without you, so…”
“Well, in theory he could; he has permission to be there. But I never taught him the entrance runes or anything.”
“Right.” I paused. “Of course, he does have an absurdly good memory for runes, and he’s seen three separate people draw those entrance runes. He’s probably seen you do them a dozen times by now.”
“That’s true.” Kylie paused. “But even if he did go there to research, he wouldn’t – ”
“Of course he wouldn’t. He promised.”
“He did promise. And you trust him, right?”
“Of course I trust him! You trust him, right?”
“I absolutely trust him!”
We stared at each other for an eternal five seconds or so.
“Hey,” Kylie said, “fancy a trip to Duniyasar?”
“Points, yes!” I grabbed a coat. “Just for, you know.”
“To see if he needs help with the research he might be doing there! Not – ”
“Not that we think he might’ve gone down the well alone,” I agreed. “He just might be there doing other stuff, and need help.”
“Exactly!”
Five minutes later, Malas was glaring at us, arms crossed, as Kylie traced the entrance rune on the glass door.
“Do you really have to contaminate my nice clean hospital every time?” he asked. “Isn’t there another way?”
“Blame whoever put the door in here,” Kylie said. “Has Max been through here today?”
“I don’t know. I just got here. I can ask my apprentice whether anybody made extra cleaning work for him, if you like.”
“It’d probably be faster to check ourselves,” I shrugged.
Malas threw up his hands. “Of course it would. Why waste an perfectgly good opportunity to cover my hospital in blood?”
Kylie pulled open the door, and we ran out onto the sands of Duniyasar.
Max wasn’t immediately in sight, but we hadn’t expected him to be. We made our way into the building and made for the central room at the base of the tower. What we saw there made my heart drop like a stone.
The well in the centre of the assembly room was right there, where it had always been, but there had been some changes. Its usual crown of mirrors had been carefully dismantled and set aside, and surrounding it was a clean, strong, new-looking metal frame of some kind with a single metal crossbar across the top of the well. A rope hung from it, down into the well itself.
I went to inspect the rope. It was climbing rope, the kind I used. The sort of thing the store would give you if you just went up and ordered a rock climbing rope. I tugged on it; it was heavy, very heavy. Either it was anchored to something at the bottom, or it was very, very long.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Maybe he’s just been busy setting this up,” I suggested. “Preparing for when he convinces us to go down with him. Maybe he’s set this up and gone back to the room and we missed – ” I caught sight of what Kylie had just picked up, and my next word froze in my throat.
It was a coat. The kind of thing you might wear if you were going to a desert location and expected to be there after dark, but that you’d toss aside to, for example, put on a climbing harness and descend down a well.
It was Max’s coat.
“Oh, that stupid, stupid bastard,” I breathed
I scowled at the letter I was trying to write. It ws straightup impossible to secretly tell Chelsea and Melissa what was going on. Our crude context-dependent ‘code’ hadn’t accounted for anything that was currently happening. “Not with anything that can’t wait. What’s up?”
Max shrugged. “Just felt like going for a walk in the sun. You seem like you need a break.”
O… kay? “Uh, sure. Where in the sun?”
“Not fussed.”
So we went to my favourite little island, where I’d met Terry and Mae. As we strode out onto the beach, Max asked, “Can I borrow your tablet?”
I handed it to him. He turned it off and handed it back.
“What are – ?”
“Do you have any electronics on you?”
“Um. No? We can’t bring them into the school, remember?”
“We’re not allowed to bring them into the school. But you’ve successfully brought an electronic tracker and a polaroid camera in before. I just wanted to be sure you didn’t have anything on you right now.”
“I’m not some kind of tech smuggler. I don’t have anything, but why …?” I glanced at the deactivated tablet in my hands, then back at the cave we’d just walked out of, leaving the range of the school’s intranet. “You think we’re being spied on.”
“No, probably not. I mean, I don’t have any reason to think we are being spied on. We certainly weren’t last semester or we would’ve been stopped before getting to that labyrinth, and I doubt a school has any system in place to just randomly start monitoring specific students. But, well. Last semester I tried being less cautious, and that didn’t work out particularly well, so I’m going back to excessive caution.”
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“That’s… fair. What did you want to talk about that requires ‘excessive caution’?”
“That lake of empowered water. The one over the heart of the spell network.”
“What about it?”
“You’ve ended up in it twice. Do you think you could find it again?”
“Uh, yeah. Probably. It wasn’t that far from the valley we arrived in, so – ”
“Do you think you could show me where it is?”
I stopped walking. “Why? You’re not going to do something… reckless, are you?”
Max laughed. “You’re asking that now?”
“Seriously, you – ”
“No, Kayden, I’m not going to jump into a magical lake and fight off a bunch of tentacle monsters or whatever you’re envisioning.”
“One tentacle monster.”
“How do you know there’s only one?”
“… Good point.”
“That room was the heart of the labyrinth. It stands to reason that the lake above is probably the centre of the school. I want to re-orient my maps around it.”
“You’re still mapping the school? You already found out it’s a giant runic circle. What more could you want to know?”
“I haven’t mapped most of that runic circle yet, and even if I had, that’s a nice step forward but it doesn’t in itself give us a proper map. I have a theory that they may have anchored the translocational – ”
“Okay, okay,” I said before he could launch into a lecture about whatever fascinating bit of magical cartography had caught his interest. “I can take you right now. Come on.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were entering the caves where I’d seen di Fiore meet with his forger. Max crouched by a stream of empowered water and let it run over his fingers, fascinated. “There really is rather a lot of it, isn’t there?”
“Um, yeah. A lakeful.” I started leading the way downstream. “My running theory had been that there’s some kind of natural wellspring of empowered water here, somehow. Like how sometimes nature will make bits of glass or soap or whatever? I figured the higher-ups in Skolala Refujeyo had stumbled on this huge supply, and moved the school over here to take advantage of it and claimed they’d created a secret industrial process and that’s why nobody’s been able to discover or replicate said process. But lately I’ve been thinking that doesn’t really make much sense.”
“No?”
“I told Saina about this and as she pointed out, there’s no reason to move the school for that. Building this school into a mountain was a massive operation, and yes, there’s a lot more to the school than just empowered water, but when you’re looking at a project that all full of complications and costs and probably a lot of property and political disputes, I don’t think a natural reserve of empowered water is going to factor into your decision-making process. Easier to build some kind of industrial outpost here for it. That can’t be the reason the school is here.”
“And yet it’s certainly an unusual way to store manufactured empowered water,” Max said. “You think it’s a natural source and they coincidentally found it here and decided to actor it into building? Or they manufacture it and let it run through a network of streams for some obscure reas – oh.” He rubbed at the mage mark on his arm. “You think this is what the corridors are generating energy for? On top of maintaining the portals and ventilation systems and intranet and whatnot, you think they built the school like this to… make cheap potions?”
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I grinned. “Yep!”
“That’s a very… hmm.”
“You think I’m wrong?”
“I don’t have anything to dispute the theory, I suppose, it’s just sort of… well, who creates a secret esoteric web of corridors and puts a bunch of students in it to secretly harvest magic from their movements to mass produce potion ingredients? That’s such a boring reason!”
I burst out laughing.
“You know what I mean! I just feel like if you’re going to go to that kind of trouble, you should be motivated by something better than manufacturing efficiency! You should have a world domination plot or, or be pursuing secret forbidden knowledge, or something!”
“It is a world domination plot,” I pointed out. “Potions used to be unbelievably difficult and expensive to produce. Now we can make them on a whim, as practice, because empowered water is so freely available. Potioncrafting is a major industry that’s entirely dependent on one source of empowered water – this source. Most potioncrafters don’t even learn to empower their own water any more; it’s just not practical. Everyone relies on this place, and whoever controls this source controls the most portable and versatile form of magic practiced in the world.”
“Okay, fine, but it’s just a boring economic world domination plot. They don’t count.”
“Well if you’re really lucky, I’m entirely wrong and it’ll be something way more sinister involving long dark robes and a, a glowing chalice. And chanting.”
“There had better be chanting. If we’ve risked our lives so much and we don’t even get to see any sinister chanting I’m going to register a complaint. I – oh.”
We’d reached the lake. Or at least, we’d reached the end of the tunnel, where it opened high above the lake – I wasn’t going to walk over the edge and fall in again. The stream of water under our feet flowed out and down, down into the water below. The light from our tablets bounced as feeble beams off the surface, illuminating basically nothing.
“That’s, um, big,” Max noted.
“Believe me, I know.”
“And below there…”
Below there was a cavern with somewhat gelatinous, semitransparent walls, full of junk that, if the presence of my rock climbing equipment was any indication, had been thrown or lost in the lake. Below there was a skeleton etched in exotic runes, and the stuff we’d had with us on our journey through the labyrinth of dreams, and nothing that Max had expected to find.
“Well,” Max said. “That’s, um… okay. I can use this as a, a centrepoint. Thank you for showing me this.”
“No problem.”
He stared out over the water for a bit, then gave himself a little shake, and we started to head back. When we got close enough to the cave entrance to navigate without the light, I deactivated my tablet and put it away.
“So,” I said, “while we’re still out of range of the intranet… any thoughts on that creepy prophecy from when we were down there?”
“I have been considering the situation.”
“Is that Max-speak for ‘I still have no idea’?”
“No.” Max didn’t elaborate right away. He walked out into the sunlight of the valley, stroked his beard and said hesitantly, “After everything last term, I got the impression that you didn’t appreciate me acting on my own for your protection.”
“Well you certainly got the right impression, then! Don’t do that again.”
“Right. I just… I have a theory, but it’s… just a theory. And I really don’t think you’re going to like it. I’d rather not tell you, to be honest, but, well…”
“Is this something I have a right to know?”
“… Probably, yes.”
“Then tell me.”
“Well. Uh. Let me just find a copy of the prophecy…”
“I know the prophecy, Max.”
“Sure, but the specific wording of a prophecy is important, so if you misremember – ”
“In a time that’s mostly been, a Hero dreamed a thousand dreams. A goal, a wish upon a star, a kiss blown to travel far. In a time that’s partly been, a Child screams a thousand screams. Imprisoned in the buried heart it pushes, presses, tries to start. In a time that’s not yet been, the Hero dies, the Child free, Breaks mirrors, chains, and crushes pearls, to rise from the top of the world. The Hero’s life cannot be saved, the Child will not be enslaved. But jailers have a chance to choose just how much they wish to lose. Safety has a simple price – a single Child sacrifice. Prepare its heart in offering, and be the music – climb, and sing.”
Max stared.
I shrugged. “I’ll forget my own name before I forget that prophecy. You had a theory.”
“Right.” He cleared his throat. “You remember the first time you heard the first half, in Duniyasar? You came up with a theory about the identities of the Child and the Hero then.”
“Yeah. I thought it was my and Kylie’s spells. But that was disproven.”
“No – the part where you thought it was about your spell destroying Kylie’s was disproven. Your logic for identifying the actors wasn’t. And now we have more context.”
I frowned. “You think this is about our spells?”
“I think that the Child is your spell. Being imprisoned in a heart is a pretty clear reference. Pushing against such a prison as it ‘tries to start’ is self-explanatory, I think.”
I nodded. “The spell’s going to awaken.”
“Exactly. It takes place ‘in a time that’s partly been’, so I think we can interpret that as it being at risk of awakening at any time during a period that had already started, but was far from over, when the prophecy was given. The obvious possibility is you being at Refujeyo, but it could refer to any number of situations.”
“Bringing us to the time that’s not yet been – the future, where it awakens. Quite violently, it sounds like. So who’s the Hero, then? If my spell’s not a risk to Kylie’s, then it’s not hers, right?”
“I… I think the Hero is you, Kayden.”
I took a moment to digest this. Shook my head. “That… that can’t be right. It always calls me the Heartbo – ”
“It’s a prophecy. It will call you whatever it needs to call you to get it point across. Just because it’s called you the Heartbound in two prophecies doesn’t mean it can’t ever call you something else. We got the complete prophecy almost immediately after you were, as those other prophecies put it, ‘chosen by Destiny’. If I wanted to come up with one word to describe somebody chosen by destiny, ‘Hero’ wouldn’t be too bad a description.”
“M-maybe. But it’s not a good description, either. Just because Kylie’s spell happens to be called the Destiny, calling her familiar a ‘hero’ is… it’s not even good wordplay. It’s reaching enough to be actively deceptive.”
“It wouldn’t be the first thing that Fionnrath’s Destiny has done that could possibly be actively deceptive, would it?”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I don’t think…” but I couldn’t help remembering, down in the labyrinth, a mirror image of myself invisibly restrained, claiming to be my spell and wanting freedom. I still didn’t think it was actually my spell – my spell was dormant, and even if it hadn’t been, the chance that I also had a spell powerful enough for that kind of coherence would be a coincidence bordering on the ludicrous – but… but that was an illusion created by spells, with help from my own brain. So did that mean that that kind of characterisation, a spell trapped and ‘screaming’, made ‘sense’ to the spells? That a prophecy, trying to communicate, would choose that kind of description?
I put a hand on my heart. And felt nothing, of course.
“I’m a bit confused about dreaming a thousand dreams, though,” Max admitted. “I don’t know what the prophecy is trying to tell us there.”
“I do,” I said quietly. “During the Initiation, that thing made of prophecies said… a lot, actually, most of it nonsense. But it warned me about the Destiny, as you know, so if it communicates in the same sort of way as the Destiny… well. One of the things it told me is that a collection of thoughts is a dream. So, dreaming a thousand dreams would be just… thinking, conceiving of things. Having thoughts and experiences. Living.”
“In a time that’s mostly been,” Max said.
I nodded. If we were parsing this right… my life was mostly over. The time I was in danger, was now. And it would end with a curse awakening, probably quite violently.
“So we just have to find a way to stop it,” Max said. “These prophecies are warnings, right? They can be stopped.”
“I’m not the one being warned,” I said. “The hero can’t be saved, the child won’t be enslaved. The spell awakening and my death is a foregone conclusion. The warning is for the ‘jailers’, who apparently lose… something… if this is allowed to go ahead. Probably my spell is one of those really dangerous ones that’s going to kill people when it awakens? The prophecy isn’t about saving me; it’s about what to do to save other people.”
A single Child sacrifice. Prepare its heart in offering.
The way to stop the “Child” from awakening was to kill me.
I’d been nearly paralysed after turning my body into a charter bus for a bunch of magic spells, but in the five years since that day I had mostly recovered. Mostly. My hands were steady and my body did what I wanted it to, except when it didn’t, with muscles occasionally spasming or relaxing without warning. My recovery had plateaued about six months ago, and the doctors had warned me that this was probably about as good as it was going to get, but my physio wanted me to keep up with the exercises, just in case. I did so. I’d already accepted that it was too dangerous for me to ever climb again, but if I was lucky, I might eventually recover enough to be able to whip up a complex potion without breaking something important mid-brew.
In the driver’s seat, Magistus – Eugene, I reminded myself, he’d finally dropped that stupid family name a few months ago after years of it being inappropriate – steered the jeep one-handed, leaning out of the window to glance briefly at the sky.
“There’s nothing up there,” I told him. “Nobody’s going to drone strike us.”
“Gertie thinks there might be trouble.”
“Gertrude is paranoid. It’s her job to be paranoid; Sekura Refujeyo would’ve discovered her years ago if she wasn’t. We’re close enough to Duniyasar that there are definitely prophets watching us. Nobody’s going to try anything where they can see.” I took a gulp of water. “Anyway, if there were assassins out there looking for revenge against me personally, they could’ve gotten me at any one of the many, many isolated locations I’ve been wandering around alone over the years.”
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“They’re just scared that if they didn’t get us both, they’d have to face me,” he said, grinning and flexing an arm. “The world’s sexiest fierce protector.”
“Oh, please. You have the muscles, but I’ve got the exotic tattoos.” I rubbed a hand up my arm. I’d developed a deep tan over the years, and the runes that had been laid in my skin in the Lake of Inquisition stood out white, like a geometric lace coating my whole body.
I felt a familiar force pressing at my mind. The Eye of Duniyasar. I let her in.
Saina didn’t distract us with conversation, but as we drove up to Duniyasar she was out the front, waiting. If I couldn’t see through her eyes, I wouldn’t have been able to pick her out of the crowd of people swarming the place. Duniyasar itself was clean and maintained, the windows and the glass dome at the top long since replaced, and surrounded by temporary portable buildings and storage sheds. Eugene pulled into one of the designated car park areas and I stepped out and practically into Saina’s embrace.
She pulled me into a hungry kiss and then pulled back, running her hand through my hair. I ran my fingers over her shoulder, down her arm, over her growing belly.
“So,” I said. “This is the little one.”
“All healthy and growing,” she said. “He’s going to be born into an exciting time.”
“And he’ll probably never forgive us for that. How is the exciting time going? I’ve been somewhat isolated in random African villages for the past few months.”
Saina sighed and rubbed at her arm stump, a nervous habit. “The same. Our revolutionaries are still chomping at the bit for me to properly depose my mother and dissolve the government of Refujeyo, apparently under the delusion that a monarchy that rules by right of magical inheritance would somehow be a good thing to establish in this day and age. Refujeyo supporters are still yelling at my mother to convict me as a criminal and have my property seized, so that they can rebuild on and under Duniyasar without being beholden to my influence, apparently under the impression that they have any hope of rebuilding anything useful without the support of my people and the other mage societies around the world that we’ve re-established traditional relations with. The legacy mages are trying desperately to pretend that Refujeyo is still the magical world power in any respect except for sheer population size and playing their little political games with each other, but very carefully, so they don’t actually start anything that would force them to confront how weak they are. The other eighty per cent of us are trying to just keep things moving along in a way that doesn’t start any wars, and some idiot has once again suggested that we blame Refujeyo’s collapse on Fionnrath and declare war, like that wouldn’t be a waste of time and lives and turn basically all of the other mage societies against us in a time of great vulnerability.”
“Oh, so exactly the same, then.”
“Well, someone’s floated the idea that mum should resign and I should be voted in as High Crone to unite the remnants of Refujeyo’s structure with our traditionalists into a single, unified front. Mum and I both think it’s a bad idea. Firstly, because there’s enough people who hate me that even a very weighted election might fail, and secondly because even if it did work, it’d just anger both groups. Supporters of the old Refujeyo system would see it as a coup, and my traditionalists would see it as a milquetoast half-measure, their destined leader pandering to the regime that they were supposed to dissolve. At this stage I think the plan is to just keep avoiding war and building shelters until the fringe members on both sides get tired.”
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“Well, the place is still standing, so you’re doing better than I could,” I said.
“How long do we have you, this time?”
“Well, I just got here, I don’t have my marching orders yet. But knowing how things have been going lately, probably… a few days, before I have to hit the road again?”
She pouted. “You’ve been gone for two months, and we only get a few days?”
“Critical time. Ask your mage scientists about it. I’m just the messenger.”
“Well, you’re having dinner with us tonight. Hammond’s promised to wear that blue vest you bought him.”
“I love that blue vest. He looks so great in it.”
“Oh, I know you do.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you two were trying to make me forget my mission and stay longer.”
“Oh, love, we know that your work is too important for that.” She gave my arm a squeeze. “We just want to make absolutely sure that you remember to come back home.”
“As if I could ever forget.” I kissed her hand. “Until dinner, my lady.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I walked away, making not for the giant stone temple but for one of the arches surrounding it. Several of them had been set to keep their own single, specific portals open to specific locations, mostly so that everyone knew where to go to get anywhere. I stepped through an archway and into a cave network.
This area was a restricted one, but the guards didn’t stop me. The lattice of runes covering my entire body made me very recognisable, and it was rare that I was asked for ID in places like this. I walked down a narrow hall, pausing only once to lean on a wall while my left leg decided to stop working properly for a few seconds, and turned into a large room full of lab tables and scientists working very hard.
“What have you got for me, Q?” I asked the man nearest the door, who was overlooking his assistants with an air of authority.
Di Fiore sighed. “No matter how many times you say that line, I’m never going to refer to you as 007.”
“That’s because you, unlike me, are not funny.”
“Anyway, even if I did play along, you wouldn’t be Bond. I make gadgets for the delvers, not you; they’d be the secret agents in your metaphor.”
“You made my extractor. And you make the spell traps.”
“The spell traps are for the delvers. You take them when they’re full. So that makes you a Secret Service garbage man. And yes, I have a garbage bin ready for pick up.” He handed me a small box full of small spheres, like little glass beads, each faintly glowing a different colour.
The spell traps were an ingenious device created for the temporary storage of spells. Based on Max’s research into magic entrapment and release, and Miratova’s ichor preservation experiments, they were incredibly weak enchantments that could hold onto a trapped spell for about six months to a year at most, unless a more tempting host (such as a compatible human) came along. They were easy enough to reproduce, but had basically no use outside of Refujeyo.
Inside it, they had one use.
I dipped my hand into the box and swirled the beads around. The lights in them died as the spells jumped into my fingers, into the magic trap that was my body. It was only a hundred or so spells; no burden at all. I could barely notice that they were there.
“And where are these going?” I asked.
“Let me double check.” He turned to a desk with a large paper map laid out on it, a map that was only recognisable as a map of the world if you weren’t too attached to the concept of distance being absolute in three-dimensional space, and donned a pair of gloves. He opened a small drawer in the edge of the table, and carefully, reverently, retrieved the single item from within its velvet-lined depths.
The item was a silver compass, its arms etched with runes. Di Fiore took a few measurements, nodded to himself, and then carefully put it away again.
“Oh, you’ll like this. We have a magic deficit in Australia.”
I perked up. “Anywhere in particular?”
“You can drop them off anywhere in Australia that you like.”
So I’d have a chance to visit both Melissa and Kylie. Fantastic.
“Great,” I said. “I’m off, then.”
“If you die out there, try not to let it be in a boring way,” di Fiore said, turning back to his work.
I continued down the corridor, stopping outside a large room where a lean blonde woman was pacing in front of a line of nervous-looking people sporting backpacks. The oldest of them looked to be in their fifties; most were a lot younger, starting at fourteen.
“For those of you about to delve into the dungeon for the first time, I warn you; it’s a mess down there. Any coherency that those runic hallways once had has been lost, and now it’s just a bunch of collapsed tunnels in a bog of dream logic. From the moment you go down there to the moment you come back up, you are not safe. Remember; your goal is not to delve the deepest, or have the coolest story when you get back. Your job is to collect spells.” She held up a small jar of spell traps. “You each have three of these. Do not ask for more. Anyone who’s trying to trap more than three spells for trip has a death wish, and frankly if you’re making a habit of trapping more than one then you’re too reckless to last long in this job. Now, as you know, spells are dumb as shit and you’ll usually have to use force, but you can trick or negotiate with some of the bigger amalgams to give you a piece of themselves. If you see some big creepy amalgamation of spells, don’t swagger up to it looking for a ‘big score’. I’m sure everyone wants a cool heroic story to tell, but in this job, a spell is a spell. If doesn’t matter if you beat an imaginary dragon in a riddle contest for one of his scales or easily skimmed it off the top of a lake of your own sad memories and moved on without trouble; they’re both spells. So don’t take stupid risks and please, stick together.”
The group filed out through a back door. The woman turned to see me, and her face split into a wide grin. “Kayden!”
“Hiya, Chelsea. New recruits?”
“Most of them.”
“A lot of kids.”
“I know! Half of the legacy mages have taken to adopting witches to continue their line, but the other half seem to have this ingenious idea that because in their day people were marched into a giant vortex of magic until they came out with a spell, their kids should do the same. And it doesn’t matter how many times you tell them that dungeon delving isn’t safe and that the dungeon is an undirected soup of spells and broken tunnels and not a carefully managed stage for exposing people to spells as safely as possible, they all think that their child is special and will come out with a shiny new spell and be their family mage for the next generation.” She scowled. “And then of course the kid, who has been sent here not to do a dungeon delver’s job of trapping spells for release but in the hopes they’ll get one caught in their own body, takes stupid risks in the hope of making this happen, and delves too long or too deep or too far from the group and we have to send in a rescue party. And it doesn’t matter how many times we campaign to try to get the minimum delving age raised to eighteen, your insane society has fourteen as the traditional age of majority for some stupid reason, so this is going to keep happening.”
“To be fair, I didn’t make good decisions at eighteen, either. And neither did you, clearly, since you came here to do this.”
“We’re outliers. Anyway, who wouldn’t want to do this? I can’t believe that Melissa actually went to boring nonmagical medical school.”
I shrugged. “My friend Mae is a ‘stick it to the man’ revolutionary fire mage. After the collapse she went to a nemaganti school to study accounting. Some people are weird.”
“Unlike us normal people, who spend out lives trapping spells in magical dungeons or carrying them to remote parts of the world.”
“Exactly. I’m still not sure why you call it a ‘dungeon’, though.”
Chelsea shrugged. “I didn’t come up with it. Whenever I ask, someone makes a nerd reference. It’s never the same reference.”
“In my day we called it the Labyrinth of Dreams and we liked it.”
“In your day it was an actual labyrinth instead of a bog of pure magic. And I can guarantee that if we went around calling it the Labyrinth of Dreams, we’d get three times as many reckless idiots thinking that a jaunt through there in search of a spell would be a good time.”
“Good point.”
“Alania’s here for a conference, by the way.”
“… Oh. Well, I won’t be sticking around long, so…”
“You’ve been avoiding her for five years. You’re going to have to talk to her eventually.”
“Chelsea, I lied to her for years, went behind her back, and killed her oldest friend while breaking her world. What am I supposed to say to her?”
“I don’t know, but do you think it’s going to get any easier to say if you keep putting it off?”
“Good point,” I said, but I had no intention of talking to Alania. I’d give her a wide berth, she wouldn’t try to track me down, and in a few days, we’d both be gone again.
“Oh, and someone told me to send you to the top of the tower when you get here.”
“Someone…?”
“A surprise.” She grinned.
“Not Alania?”
“No, not Alania.”
I made my way out of the caves, back outside, and then to Duniyasar itself. I brushed past old rooms that had once been silent and crumbling, now refurbished and housing student prophets and apprentices. The well in the centre of the room was in good repair, its traditional mirrored dome replaced and bouncing feeble sunlight from high above around the room, with bars welded over the well mouth so that nobody tried anything dumb like climbing in.
As I ascended the tower, I recalled the first time I’d done it. Kylie and I had been brought here by a portal accident, with no idea where we were or why, and the tower had been lifeless, just level upon level of rooms with bits of abandoned furniture hinting at their purpose. This time, hints weren’t needed; every level was filled with students working, learning, reading. The tapestries that hung on the staircase, concealing the second hidden staircase below, were bright and clean, the library was well stocked, the air was full of voices.
And at the very top, under that glass dome, stood two people looking out over the Sahara desert; a young woman, and an adolescent boy. The boy I didn’t know, but I recognised the woman’s back immediately.
“Kylie? What are you doing here?”
She turned rushed over to give me a hug. The wounds of our last adventure here didn’t show as plainly on her skin as on mine; the scar on her face was far from invisible, but it wasn’t stark, and it was impossible to tell that her eye was glass. “I missed you,” she said.
“Me, too. But why are you here?”
“To see you. Well, to see a lot of people, but we stuck around until you arrived. It’s a magical matter. Kayden, this is my nephew, Owen.”
Owen gave me a solemn nod. “Pleased to meet you, sir,” he said.
“Kayden,” I insisted automatically. (When you’re The Guy Who Broke Refujeyo and you’re going around the world with your very distinctive markings dropping the gift of magic in various locations, you get called ‘sir’ a lot. It was better than ‘that fucking terrorist bastard’, but I still preferred my name.) “It’s nice to meet you too, Owen.”
“Owen wants to be your apprentice.”
I opened my mouth. Closed it again. Now that was a request out of fucking nowhere, especially since I didn’t even know this kid.
“Owen,” I said, “I’m not a mage.”
“You can do magic.”
“Not my own magic. Potions and runes, sure, but I’ve got… these runes throughout my body, they prevent any spell from being active in me. Ever. And while I can carry and release spells, I can’t give them to other people. It’s the spell’s choice. Being my apprentice won’t make you a mage. Starting school at Refujeyo would be better for – ”
“I know.” He crossed his arms. “I don’t want to be a mage. I want to learn magic.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Auntie has taught me a lot about her time as a mage. And, and I’ve read a lot of books, and found other mages to talk to, and… this place. This place took magic, from everywhere, and made it work together, and got everyone to work together, and achieved amazing things. But… magic has existed everywhere, long before Refujeyo existed, and different people learned to do it differently, and I think a lot of that was lost when Refujeyo took over. But now, after the collapse, it’s being found again, or it’s being invented again, new ways to do thing come up by people who didn’t learn the existing ways of doing things. Maybe they do some things worse than Refujeyo, maybe some things better. And that’s what I want to see. What’s the same, what’s different. I want to see it all.”
There was a familiar spark in his eye. I exchanged a glance with Kylie. She smiled, and I understood why she’d brought me this kid.
He was so, so very much like Max.
“How old are you, Owen?” I asked.
“I’m twelve.”
I shook my head. “Way too young. I won’t take an apprentice younger than sixteen.”
“But… but even Refujeyo takes students at at least fourteen!”
“You’re not fourteen either, but even if you were, my apprenticeship, my rules. Sixteen.”
His face fell.
“How good is your handwriting?” I asked.
He looked up again, puzzled. “My… handwriting?”
“Yes. How good is it?”
“It’s… fine?”
“We’ll work on it, then. Can you cook? Or, I dunno, do chemistry experiments at school well? Are you good at measuring ingredients, following instructions?”
“Sure, I… guess?”
“We’ll work on that, too. I won’t take a twelve year old apprentice, Owen, but I am in the market for an assistant. You see, I like to make potions, and there’s a whole lot more runecrafting in my line of work than you’d expect, but these muscles just aren’t up for fine control for long periods of time any more. I need someone who can help with basic physical tasks, and with magical ones. It’d involve a lot of learning runes and potions, as well as basic life skills like cooking and sewing and first aid – you’d be amazed how much first aid is in my job, too. You’d have to travel all over the world with me while we take magic to all kinds of places, and talk to the witches we find about their practices and tell them about other groups they might want to be with, like Refujeyo. And if you’re not totally sick of me by the time you turn sixteen and you’re still in the market for an apprenticeship, we can talk about it then. Are you interested?”
His eyes lit up. “Yes! Thank you so much!”
“Don’t mention it, Owen. We’ll discuss the details tomorrow, alright? And I can catch up with your aunt. For now, I have a very important dinner to get to.”
We’d given a lot to get here, often with only half of an idea of where we were even going. Things were still messy, but… things were always messy, and always going to be. Tomorrow, there would be a world to wake up to, and friends to spend time with, and another adventure to prepare for. And all over the world, people with their own messes to deal with, their own problems to solve, their own sacrifices to remember, would be doing the same sort of thing.
And as I made my way back down from the top of the world, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were going to continue to be okay.
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Modern enchantments are designed so that a spell trapped in an object is freed if the runic circle is destroyed beyond repair. But there are other runic languages that have other ways of doing things. You know how to empower water, yes?”
“In theory,” I shrugged. There were specific ways to put power into water or oil for potionmaking, via direct channelling or ichor extraction. It was fiddly, exhausting, and the return was extremely low for the power you put in, which is why everyone just bought their empowered water from Refujeyo, which (if Max’s theories were right) used water as a kind of energy dampener to absorb the runoff from its big rune tunnels that people were always moving through.
Fiore nodded. “The Lake of Inquisition has a device in it that binds magic. It binds magic exceptionally well, traps it too tightly to use. It traps it too tightly to escape. Then, the person carrying the dangerous spell is submerged.”
“And they drown.”
“Yes. They drown, but the spell can’t escape. Once they are dead and the spell is released, it’s still trapped in their body. It leaks slowly, the energy absorbed by the water as the body decays, empowering it. If anything of the spell escapes the water at all, it’s too damaged to do anything but dissipate harmlessly.” He grimaced at the lake. “It’s an ugly thing, from a more desperate time. We don’t do this any more.”
“What happens now, then? To those… unmanageable spells?”
“We keep their hosts as comfortable and safe as possible, the same as we do for anyone who comes here. When they die, their spells are captured by the Pit, rather than released back out into the world. It’s a simple matter to keep them locked away and avoid using them for initiations. So. Does that answer your questions about what happened to you?”
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“Yeah,” I said. “It does, actually. Thanks.” Fiore clearly knew a lot about the history and structure of Refujeyo. This could be useful. I just needed to figure out what I needed to learn, and how to ask without raising suspicions.
He was still watching me carefully. Appraisingly. “You said you found this place on your first day?” he asked. “And it nearly killed you?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“How did you get out?”
Kylie had found me and pulled me out of the water. But I didn’t like the way Fiore was looking at me. Best not to rope her into this.”
“I, uh, I got out, and then Alania showed up and saved us.”
“Us?”
Shit. “Me.”
“… Right. Miratova didn’t send you here or anything?”
“No! No, she was really annoyed at me, actually. Her rescuing me was the first time we ever met.”
“Hmm.”
“Why? What’s with all the questions?”
“She didn’t seem unusual to you?”
Oh. I relaxed. This was more of his ‘Alania Miratova is doing something weird involving a bunch of suspicious young mages’ conspiracy theory. I shrugged. “I didn’t know her at the time, so I couldn’t say. She mostly seemed annoyed that I’d interrupted what she was doing, and worried about my safety. Wrote a scathing report to Cooper, who was my surveyato at the time.
“And then you, what, kept coming back here?”
I shrugged. “I’ve been here a few times since. Why do you want to know? I haven’t been swimming in the lake and playing toesies with the spellbinding lake monster or anything.” Falling in with di Fiore that one time didn’t count. And deliberately getting caught so I could get samples of the tentacles also didn’t count.
“Right. Just… keep yourself safe.”
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m only here five more months; I promise not to get myself horribly drowned in that time.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Fiore murmured.
“On not getting drowned?!”
“On leaving in five months. Don’t worry. We’re working on it.”
“‘We’?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Standing with my surveyato in the harsh light of my tablet in a hidden cave overlooking an ancient execution device while he said vague bullshit like that, I wished, not for the first time, that Fiore looked less like a Disney villain. “Can we get out of here?” I asked.
“Of course. Lead the way.”
Back in my room, I laid on my bed and stared at stone above for a while. So. That’s what the magical tentacle machine was for. It had bound my spell in my heart for the purpose of killing it. By killing me.
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That explained the poor bastard whose rune-etched skeleton had been among the junk under the lake, I supposed. Nobody had been around to save them before the tentacles could finish their work. I wondered who they’d been. Somebody who’d gone missing, I supposed, their body never found (it would have been removed if it had been found). I couldn’t even bring myself to figure out if I should be angry about the whole thing, about a big lake built to dispose of witches who were just too much trouble to accommodate. I had too many current problems to spend time deciding whether to be mad about one from a couple of hundred years ago.
I could see why it hadn’t come up in magical history classes, though. Skolala Refujeyo was always pretty cagey about anything to do with Refujeyo’s construction and early years, but that little tidbit especially… yeah. Not great PR, when they were so actively trying to get as many new witch students as possible.
It was kind of funny, in a way, in that if I had’ve been a lot more proactive on solving that little mystery, things could’ve gone pretty badly. I mean, if I’d learned about what that lake could do while we still thought that the Child and Hero prophecy was about my spell? Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t have done it. But I would’ve thought about it an awful lot. Instead, now, it was kind of an afterthought. I’d learned about an execution machine that could destroy curses, something that would’ve been the biggest discovery ever at any other time in my life, and compared to what I was trying to deal with now, it just straight-up didn’t matter.
Good thing, too, since I couldn’t risk telling Max and Kylie about it. There was probably a way to convey the information without ‘talking about the nature of curses’, but I’d rather not have to try to tiptoe around my geas if I could help it.
Did this explain why our familiarity link was so stable? Maybe. If this thing could bind a spell inside a body so completely that it couldn’t be activated and it couldn’t be released even in death, then maybe that’s why Kylie’s magic couldn’t spiral out of control in my body and kill me. Or let me go, for that matter; it might be why we couldn’t cancel the link, too. Did that make sense? Maybe. This sort of thing was more Max’s area than mine.
I spent the rest of the day sort of in a daze, until I was getting ready for bed and Kylie burst in, looking stressed. “Have you seen Max?” she asked.
“Not today.” I ducked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. “He’s probably super busy, you know how he gets sometimes.”
“Yeah. Maybe. Only, he doesn’t usually turn off his location on the map, does he?”
“No… why?”
“Well, I started checking for him on the map seven hours ago and – ”
I dropped my toothbrush in the sink and almost tripped over spinning around to stare at her. “He’s been off-campus for at least seven hours?”
“Looks that way.” She bit her lip.
Right. Right. That was no need to panic. “No need to panic,” I said. “I know last time, he… but he promised not to do anything that stupid alone again. He promised not to go behind our backs into dangerous places again.”
“Right. Of course. He’s… probably just getting something for Alania. Or doing some research somewhere. And he just didn’t think to tell us he’d be a long time, or he just… lost track of time. You know how he is.”
“Right. Yes. Of course. He’s not lost track of time for seven hours before, but you’re right. He did promise.”
“Yeah. He wouldn’t run off and do something stupid without us. Even if he did go to Duniyasar or something, it’s probably just to do some research, not… you know.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Anyway, he couldn’t do something stupid, because he can’t get to Duniyasar without you, so…”
“Well, in theory he could; he has permission to be there. But I never taught him the entrance runes or anything.”
“Right.” I paused. “Of course, he does have an absurdly good memory for runes, and he’s seen three separate people draw those entrance runes. He’s probably seen you do them a dozen times by now.”
“That’s true.” Kylie paused. “But even if he did go there to research, he wouldn’t – ”
“Of course he wouldn’t. He promised.”
“He did promise. And you trust him, right?”
“Of course I trust him! You trust him, right?”
“I absolutely trust him!”
We stared at each other for an eternal five seconds or so.
“Hey,” Kylie said, “fancy a trip to Duniyasar?”
“Points, yes!” I grabbed a coat. “Just for, you know.”
“To see if he needs help with the research he might be doing there! Not – ”
“Not that we think he might’ve gone down the well alone,” I agreed. “He just might be there doing other stuff, and need help.”
“Exactly!”
Five minutes later, Malas was glaring at us, arms crossed, as Kylie traced the entrance rune on the glass door.
“Do you really have to contaminate my nice clean hospital every time?” he asked. “Isn’t there another way?”
“Blame whoever put the door in here,” Kylie said. “Has Max been through here today?”
“I don’t know. I just got here. I can ask my apprentice whether anybody made extra cleaning work for him, if you like.”
“It’d probably be faster to check ourselves,” I shrugged.
Malas threw up his hands. “Of course it would. Why waste an perfectgly good opportunity to cover my hospital in blood?”
Kylie pulled open the door, and we ran out onto the sands of Duniyasar.
Max wasn’t immediately in sight, but we hadn’t expected him to be. We made our way into the building and made for the central room at the base of the tower. What we saw there made my heart drop like a stone.
The well in the centre of the assembly room was right there, where it had always been, but there had been some changes. Its usual crown of mirrors had been carefully dismantled and set aside, and surrounding it was a clean, strong, new-looking metal frame of some kind with a single metal crossbar across the top of the well. A rope hung from it, down into the well itself.
I went to inspect the rope. It was climbing rope, the kind I used. The sort of thing the store would give you if you just went up and ordered a rock climbing rope. I tugged on it; it was heavy, very heavy. Either it was anchored to something at the bottom, or it was very, very long.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Maybe he’s just been busy setting this up,” I suggested. “Preparing for when he convinces us to go down with him. Maybe he’s set this up and gone back to the room and we missed – ” I caught sight of what Kylie had just picked up, and my next word froze in my throat.
It was a coat. The kind of thing you might wear if you were going to a desert location and expected to be there after dark, but that you’d toss aside to, for example, put on a climbing harness and descend down a well.
It was Max’s coat.
“Oh, that stupid, stupid bastard,” I breathed
He reminds me of this story about a guy I know. The room was just large enough to be intimidating without being impractical. The walls were perfectly smooth despite being the natural stone of the cavern, and apart from the door we’d entered through, the only other exits were several doors along the back wall, all guarded. The floor was tiled in an elaborate mosaic of swirling black and white patterns that looked kind of like runes, but not quite. The room was mostly empty, barring a long table almost cutting off the back quarter of the room. Said back quarter was raised significantly higher than the rest of the room, so that anyone sitting behind it would look down on the people in the middle of the room.
Behind the table were nine chairs, seven of them already occupied. Alania and the strange man left us to take up the remaining positions. There was no furniture for Kylie or myself, so we just stood kind of awkwardly in the middle of the room.
The man sitting in the very centre of the table stood up. He had long, greying hair, wore pitch dark robes, and his eyes were completely cold. “Kylie,” he said. “The High Council wishes to inform you – ”
Behind us, the door opened. The man looked up, startled.
“Sorry I’m late!” panted Fiore, pushing his hair back with one hand and trying not to drop Socks with the other. “Wow, this meeting really was sudden, wasn’t it? It’s almost as if someone didn’t want people to make it here.”
The man who had come to get us narrowed his eyes. “Lord Fiore of Madja – ”
“That’s the Fiore to you, Lord Solus; Lord Madja was my father. Apologies for the interruption, Grand Master.”
The man in black (the Grand Master, I assumed), cleared his throat, but before he could speak, Lord Solus cut in. “The Fiore was not summoned to this meeting.”
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“And yet my student is here. As Mr James’ surveyanto – ”
“Mr James was also not summoned,” Lord Solus snapped. “We can’t bar a familiar access to his mage, but he is not the subject of this meeting, and you have no claim to be here.”
“He’s my witness,” Alania said quickly. “Under article 7 of the supervisory agreement, any Council member is entitled up to two civillian witnesses to any gathering. The Fiore is mine.”
“You’ve never brought one before.”
“I have today.”
“Miratova has that right,” the Grand Master said. “Now, if we may begin? Kylie, you have been summoned to this meeting to inform you of a decision reached by this Council, over the matter of an ownership dispute over the spell known as the Faith of Fionnrath. The Council has elected to honour the town of Fionnrath’s claim over their ancestral spell, and comply with demands that you be released from your contract with Skolala Refujeyo. You will be held by your contract until the end of next semester, after which you will be free from your obligations to us.”
Seven months. Seven months before we had to leave the school.
Kylie gripped my arm hard enough to leave bruises.
“Hang on,” I said. “What? Why?”
“Refujeyo respects our sister nations and their traditions. Fionnrath has long – ”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. A mage’s spell doesn’t belong to any organisation. If a spell’s inside someone, it belongs to that person – that’s your law!”
“Yes. It is. However, Fionnrath have successfully argued that the Faith was not acquired at Refujeyo. Australia has no standing on spell ownership; Fionnrath’s claim is as valid as ours.”
“Yeah, well, if yours isn’t valid then neither is theirs! Kylie didn’t obtain her spell in Fionnrath either!”
“And if she wishes to dispute their claim, then she is free to do so. But we are withdrawing from the affair. There has been enough conflict over this already, including a death.”
“That woman tried to kill Kylie! And now you’re throwing her to – ”
“To clarify,” Fiore cut in before I could say something I’d probably regret, “this school is caving to foreign demands to release one of our students, under our protection, in the face of all precedent?”
“As opposed to asking Fionnrath to release their ancestral spell in the face of their precedents? Yes.”
“You’re granting them an extradition treaty.”
“Yes.”
“And what facile excuse are you using to expel my student without cause? You can hide getting rid of the girl under the guise of political expedience, but no foreign claims have been made for Kayden’s spell.”
“Kayden James is under contract with us.”
“He’s her familiar! He has to go with her!”
“That is his choice. If Mr James chooses to follow his mage to Fionnrath, the school will make accommodations for him to do so. But it is his choice to leave. We aren’t forcing him.”
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“Choice?! He’s her familiar! If he has a place in this school, then by ancient right, so does she.”
“Incorrect,” Lord Solus said, a touch smugly. “Mr James has every right to go where Ms Kylie does. Ms Kylie does not have equal access to Mr James. There’s no precedent for such a thing.”
“Because there is no legal precedent for both parties being human. But in this case – ”
“In this case, the school is willing to work with Mr James’ unique circumstances and provide him with transport and off-campus support, should he choose to accompany his mage to Fionnrath,” the Grand Master said firmly.
“This is expulsion with extra steps,” Fiore grumbled.
But I had an idea. “I’ve been offered an apprenticeship by Malas,” I said. “I’m going to take it. And he can’t leave campus, meaning I have to stay, meaning Kylie has to stay.”
“I am sure that your master will be happy to provide you with the transport between Refujeyo and Fionnrath that would be necessary for you to complete your duties,” the Grand Master said.
Dammit. It was worth a try.
“I won’t go,” Kylie said. My arm was starting to go numb under her grip, and her magic skittered along my spine. “You can’t make me.”
“In fact, we can.”
“What’s all this even about?” I asked. “Kylie has a powerful spell! Isn’t that supposed to be really important to you guys?”
“Not when there are political implications,” Fiore cut in drily. “And perhaps a politically contentious spell isn’t as important as safeguarding the future of someone’s favoured protege, hmm? I thought better of you, Alania. The prophet is your responsibility, too.”
Alania’s voice was tight. “If you think for one moment that I support any part of this decision, Fiore, you have woefully misunderstood the situation.”
“Wait,” I said, “is this about Max?”
The Council Masters hesitated.
A woman at the end spoke up. “The Nonus Acanthos’ future is his own affair, although his decision to kill a Fionnrath woman – ”
“She was trying to murder one of your students!”
“ – is unhelpful. But the issue here is Fionnrath’s claim on their ancestral spell. Legally, only Kylie’s status here is under ques – ”
“Oh, bullshit!” I went to stride forward, but I didn’t have much of a range of motion with Kylie gripping my arm like a limpet. “If this is some stupid, misguided attempt to stop Max from doing dangerous shit, then I can guarantee that suddenly taking away his best friends absolutely isn’t going to help! I’m sorry if you think us poor outsider witch kids are a bad influence on your precious baby legacy mage, but I guarantee this isn’t going to make him settle down and focus on becoming a good little politician.”
“Maximillian Acanthos’ schooling is not the issue here,” the Grand Master said sharply. “Neither his contract with the school nor yours is affected. The only legal issue in question is Kylie Nic Fionnrath’s contract, and that issue has been decided.”
The magic was starting to itch my teeth. At this rate, Kylie could start casting at any moment out of sheer distress. “Well, undecide it!” I snapped. “You were supposed to teach and protect us. We went through the Initiation, we have the right to be here. I’m happy to play ball while you hold up your end of the bargain, but throwing us out like this with some flimsy justification that has nothing to do with us? No. If you won’t protect us, we have no reason to protect you.”
Silence, for several seconds.
“Please,” Lord Solus said, “Elaborate.”
“How would you like the whole world to know about how curses and spells are the same thing? About how the only difference between one of your oh-so-sophisticated mages, and some kid’s curse melting their family’s faces, is money? PR is important right now, right? I’d imagine that the new legislation in Australia is something you’re trying to spread to other countries, too. How hard do you want that job to be?”
One of the Masters cleared their throat. “A minor PR problem – ”
“How would you like the world to know that you’re so embarrassed about this little detail that you’re mind controlling the entire student body to keep it a secret?”
The silence stretched longer this time.
Eventually, the Grand Master said, “One of the things a student agrees to upon accepting their education is to keep their master’s secrets. We will forgive this outburst based on the assumption that you didn’t know, but you agreed not to announce these things when you entered the Initiation. You are threatening to break an ancient and solemn contract, Mr James.”
“You’re threatening to break your contract with Kylie.”
“In fact we are not. We intend to legally annul Kylie’s contract. You’re suggesting treason.”
“Oh, semantic – ”
“How would you even get anybody to believe you?” Lord Solus cut in. “You think you can just announce this to the world’s media and that they’ll take it remotely seriously?”
“We have proof,” I said. “Testimonies. Evidence. I’ve had some friends collect it and put it aside, just in case. It’s all ready to go. I don’t want it to, but if you’re going to force our hand, we’ll do it. We’ll make sure the world knows. I’m sure you’ll recover from such a PR slip up, but ask yourselves – is that more or less convenient than simply honouring Kylie’s contract?”
“The rules and laws that you threaten to violate – ”
“You think some stupid spooky ancient law is going to stop me? I don’t give a shit!”
This silence stretched longer than any of the previous ones. And for a moment, just a moment, I thought I’d won.
Then I saw that Alania had slumped forward, her head in her hands. “Oh, Kayden. You really, really shouldn’t have said that.”
Lord Solus rubbed his hands together, triumphant. “Well, then. Is anybody going to argue that that was a clear confession of treason, under the Law of Intent?”
Fiore stepped forward. He looked afraid. I don’t think I’d ever seen him look afraid. “No damages have taken place,” he said, “and an emotional outburst hardly counts as a declaration of intentional lawbreaking. A teenager made a statement in the heat of the moment. You have no evidence of intent.”
“The heat of the moment?” one of the other Masters asked. “He did just declare that he’s had friends gather what they need to violate the secrecy clause and set it all up for a reveal. That sounds pretty premeditated to me.”
“You have no evidence that he was telling the truth,” Fiore said. “That was just an empty threat.”
“Quite correct,” Lord Solus said. “Given a confession and no evidence, the responsible step is to use that confession to go and find some, wouldn’t you agree? We’d have to verify that such activities really did take place. Have a proper trial, perhaps. We’d have to thoroughly investigate Li Hua, and Talbot Ericson, and Cheryl Castor, and put them on trial for any evidence of treason we found. That would be the responsible thing to do, if Mr James and Ms Kylie were to insist on more evidence, would it not?”
Fiore nodded. “It absolutely would – ”
“No,” I cut in. “They don’t have anything to do with this.”
“Well then,” Lord Solus said, leaning back.
“Any objection to summary conviction?” the Grand Master asked.
I glanced at Alania. She sat still, glaring into the middle distance, jaw clenched. It was hard to be certain at that distance, but were ice crystals forming in her hair? Her spell certainly looked a little more visible than usual, with some kind of light vapour or something coalescing around its form on her shoulder.
But she didn’t object.
Fiore stepped further forward. “If you lay one finger on him – ”
“Oh, stop being so dramatic, Madja,” growled the Grand Master, glaring down from his higher-than-necessary judgement table, swathed in pitch black robes. “Both of these students are, as of yet, still under our protection. The usual sentencing for things like this is to protect a student from the consequences of their own decisions.”
“What do you – ?”
“Guards, have somebody track down the Voice.”
For a moment, it looked like Fiore was going to step protectively in front of us. He seemed to think better of it, and put a hand on my shoulder. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he murmured, sounding extremely worried.
“He’s waiting in the other room,” Lord Solus said.
“He’s waiting?” Alania rounded on him. “You summoned him in advance? You set them up!”
“I came prepared for a likely scenario. I didn’t set anybody up. Mr James made his own decisions.”
“Of all the stupid, dirty tricks, you cursed, mudsucking – ”
“This is a Council meeting!” the Grand Master bellowed, and everyone sat up straight and put their solemn faces on. “Now. The Voice?”
One of the doors behind the table opened. I tried my best to look calm and composed, as I prepared to meet the Voice.
Morgan’s a good fella. Modern enchantments are designed so that a spell trapped in an object is freed if the runic circle is destroyed beyond repair. But there are other runic languages that have other ways of doing things. You know how to empower water, yes?”
“In theory,” I shrugged. There were specific ways to put power into water or oil for potionmaking, via direct channelling or ichor extraction. It was fiddly, exhausting, and the return was extremely low for the power you put in, which is why everyone just bought their empowered water from Refujeyo, which (if Max’s theories were right) used water as a kind of energy dampener to absorb the runoff from its big rune tunnels that people were always moving through.
Fiore nodded. “The Lake of Inquisition has a device in it that binds magic. It binds magic exceptionally well, traps it too tightly to use. It traps it too tightly to escape. Then, the person carrying the dangerous spell is submerged.”
“And they drown.”
“Yes. They drown, but the spell can’t escape. Once they are dead and the spell is released, it’s still trapped in their body. It leaks slowly, the energy absorbed by the water as the body decays, empowering it. If anything of the spell escapes the water at all, it’s too damaged to do anything but dissipate harmlessly.” He grimaced at the lake. “It’s an ugly thing, from a more desperate time. We don’t do this any more.”
“What happens now, then? To those… unmanageable spells?”
“We keep their hosts as comfortable and safe as possible, the same as we do for anyone who comes here. When they die, their spells are captured by the Pit, rather than released back out into the world. It’s a simple matter to keep them locked away and avoid using them for initiations. So. Does that answer your questions about what happened to you?”
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“Yeah,” I said. “It does, actually. Thanks.” Fiore clearly knew a lot about the history and structure of Refujeyo. This could be useful. I just needed to figure out what I needed to learn, and how to ask without raising suspicions.
He was still watching me carefully. Appraisingly. “You said you found this place on your first day?” he asked. “And it nearly killed you?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“How did you get out?”
Kylie had found me and pulled me out of the water. But I didn’t like the way Fiore was looking at me. Best not to rope her into this.”
“I, uh, I got out, and then Alania showed up and saved us.”
“Us?”
Shit. “Me.”
“… Right. Miratova didn’t send you here or anything?”
“No! No, she was really annoyed at me, actually. Her rescuing me was the first time we ever met.”
“Hmm.”
“Why? What’s with all the questions?”
“She didn’t seem unusual to you?”
Oh. I relaxed. This was more of his ‘Alania Miratova is doing something weird involving a bunch of suspicious young mages’ conspiracy theory. I shrugged. “I didn’t know her at the time, so I couldn’t say. She mostly seemed annoyed that I’d interrupted what she was doing, and worried about my safety. Wrote a scathing report to Cooper, who was my surveyato at the time.
“And then you, what, kept coming back here?”
I shrugged. “I’ve been here a few times since. Why do you want to know? I haven’t been swimming in the lake and playing toesies with the spellbinding lake monster or anything.” Falling in with di Fiore that one time didn’t count. And deliberately getting caught so I could get samples of the tentacles also didn’t count.
“Right. Just… keep yourself safe.”
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m only here five more months; I promise not to get myself horribly drowned in that time.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Fiore murmured.
“On not getting drowned?!”
“On leaving in five months. Don’t worry. We’re working on it.”
“‘We’?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Standing with my surveyato in the harsh light of my tablet in a hidden cave overlooking an ancient execution device while he said vague bullshit like that, I wished, not for the first time, that Fiore looked less like a Disney villain. “Can we get out of here?” I asked.
“Of course. Lead the way.”
Back in my room, I laid on my bed and stared at stone above for a while. So. That’s what the magical tentacle machine was for. It had bound my spell in my heart for the purpose of killing it. By killing me.
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That explained the poor bastard whose rune-etched skeleton had been among the junk under the lake, I supposed. Nobody had been around to save them before the tentacles could finish their work. I wondered who they’d been. Somebody who’d gone missing, I supposed, their body never found (it would have been removed if it had been found). I couldn’t even bring myself to figure out if I should be angry about the whole thing, about a big lake built to dispose of witches who were just too much trouble to accommodate. I had too many current problems to spend time deciding whether to be mad about one from a couple of hundred years ago.
I could see why it hadn’t come up in magical history classes, though. Skolala Refujeyo was always pretty cagey about anything to do with Refujeyo’s construction and early years, but that little tidbit especially… yeah. Not great PR, when they were so actively trying to get as many new witch students as possible.
It was kind of funny, in a way, in that if I had’ve been a lot more proactive on solving that little mystery, things could’ve gone pretty badly. I mean, if I’d learned about what that lake could do while we still thought that the Child and Hero prophecy was about my spell? Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t have done it. But I would’ve thought about it an awful lot. Instead, now, it was kind of an afterthought. I’d learned about an execution machine that could destroy curses, something that would’ve been the biggest discovery ever at any other time in my life, and compared to what I was trying to deal with now, it just straight-up didn’t matter.
Good thing, too, since I couldn’t risk telling Max and Kylie about it. There was probably a way to convey the information without ‘talking about the nature of curses’, but I’d rather not have to try to tiptoe around my geas if I could help it.
Did this explain why our familiarity link was so stable? Maybe. If this thing could bind a spell inside a body so completely that it couldn’t be activated and it couldn’t be released even in death, then maybe that’s why Kylie’s magic couldn’t spiral out of control in my body and kill me. Or let me go, for that matter; it might be why we couldn’t cancel the link, too. Did that make sense? Maybe. This sort of thing was more Max’s area than mine.
I spent the rest of the day sort of in a daze, until I was getting ready for bed and Kylie burst in, looking stressed. “Have you seen Max?” she asked.
“Not today.” I ducked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. “He’s probably super busy, you know how he gets sometimes.”
“Yeah. Maybe. Only, he doesn’t usually turn off his location on the map, does he?”
“No… why?”
“Well, I started checking for him on the map seven hours ago and – ”
I dropped my toothbrush in the sink and almost tripped over spinning around to stare at her. “He’s been off-campus for at least seven hours?”
“Looks that way.” She bit her lip.
Right. Right. That was no need to panic. “No need to panic,” I said. “I know last time, he… but he promised not to do anything that stupid alone again. He promised not to go behind our backs into dangerous places again.”
“Right. Of course. He’s… probably just getting something for Alania. Or doing some research somewhere. And he just didn’t think to tell us he’d be a long time, or he just… lost track of time. You know how he is.”
“Right. Yes. Of course. He’s not lost track of time for seven hours before, but you’re right. He did promise.”
“Yeah. He wouldn’t run off and do something stupid without us. Even if he did go to Duniyasar or something, it’s probably just to do some research, not… you know.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Anyway, he couldn’t do something stupid, because he can’t get to Duniyasar without you, so…”
“Well, in theory he could; he has permission to be there. But I never taught him the entrance runes or anything.”
“Right.” I paused. “Of course, he does have an absurdly good memory for runes, and he’s seen three separate people draw those entrance runes. He’s probably seen you do them a dozen times by now.”
“That’s true.” Kylie paused. “But even if he did go there to research, he wouldn’t – ”
“Of course he wouldn’t. He promised.”
“He did promise. And you trust him, right?”
“Of course I trust him! You trust him, right?”
“I absolutely trust him!”
We stared at each other for an eternal five seconds or so.
“Hey,” Kylie said, “fancy a trip to Duniyasar?”
“Points, yes!” I grabbed a coat. “Just for, you know.”
“To see if he needs help with the research he might be doing there! Not – ”
“Not that we think he might’ve gone down the well alone,” I agreed. “He just might be there doing other stuff, and need help.”
“Exactly!”
Five minutes later, Malas was glaring at us, arms crossed, as Kylie traced the entrance rune on the glass door.
“Do you really have to contaminate my nice clean hospital every time?” he asked. “Isn’t there another way?”
“Blame whoever put the door in here,” Kylie said. “Has Max been through here today?”
“I don’t know. I just got here. I can ask my apprentice whether anybody made extra cleaning work for him, if you like.”
“It’d probably be faster to check ourselves,” I shrugged.
Malas threw up his hands. “Of course it would. Why waste an perfectgly good opportunity to cover my hospital in blood?”
Kylie pulled open the door, and we ran out onto the sands of Duniyasar.
Max wasn’t immediately in sight, but we hadn’t expected him to be. We made our way into the building and made for the central room at the base of the tower. What we saw there made my heart drop like a stone.
The well in the centre of the assembly room was right there, where it had always been, but there had been some changes. Its usual crown of mirrors had been carefully dismantled and set aside, and surrounding it was a clean, strong, new-looking metal frame of some kind with a single metal crossbar across the top of the well. A rope hung from it, down into the well itself.
I went to inspect the rope. It was climbing rope, the kind I used. The sort of thing the store would give you if you just went up and ordered a rock climbing rope. I tugged on it; it was heavy, very heavy. Either it was anchored to something at the bottom, or it was very, very long.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Maybe he’s just been busy setting this up,” I suggested. “Preparing for when he convinces us to go down with him. Maybe he’s set this up and gone back to the room and we missed – ” I caught sight of what Kylie had just picked up, and my next word froze in my throat.
It was a coat. The kind of thing you might wear if you were going to a desert location and expected to be there after dark, but that you’d toss aside to, for example, put on a climbing harness and descend down a well.
It was Max’s coat.
“Oh, that stupid, stupid bastard,” I breathed
This post is made by Rhea point, top man badger on AWDTSG who seems to have nothing good to say about anyone. It is a miracle that any many lasts a couple weeks with this devouring woman and she should be avoided at all costs, unless you’re into endless drama and being posted on every red flag page out there.
Modern enchantments are designed so that a spell trapped in an object is freed if the runic circle is destroyed beyond repair. But there are other runic languages that have other ways of doing things. You know how to empower water, yes?”
“In theory,” I shrugged. There were specific ways to put power into water or oil for potionmaking, via direct channelling or ichor extraction. It was fiddly, exhausting, and the return was extremely low for the power you put in, which is why everyone just bought their empowered water from Refujeyo, which (if Max’s theories were right) used water as a kind of energy dampener to absorb the runoff from its big rune tunnels that people were always moving through.
Fiore nodded. “The Lake of Inquisition has a device in it that binds magic. It binds magic exceptionally well, traps it too tightly to use. It traps it too tightly to escape. Then, the person carrying the dangerous spell is submerged.”
“And they drown.”
“Yes. They drown, but the spell can’t escape. Once they are dead and the spell is released, it’s still trapped in their body. It leaks slowly, the energy absorbed by the water as the body decays, empowering it. If anything of the spell escapes the water at all, it’s too damaged to do anything but dissipate harmlessly.” He grimaced at the lake. “It’s an ugly thing, from a more desperate time. We don’t do this any more.”
“What happens now, then? To those… unmanageable spells?”
“We keep their hosts as comfortable and safe as possible, the same as we do for anyone who comes here. When they die, their spells are captured by the Pit, rather than released back out into the world. It’s a simple matter to keep them locked away and avoid using them for initiations. So. Does that answer your questions about what happened to you?”
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“Yeah,” I said. “It does, actually. Thanks.” Fiore clearly knew a lot about the history and structure of Refujeyo. This could be useful. I just needed to figure out what I needed to learn, and how to ask without raising suspicions.
He was still watching me carefully. Appraisingly. “You said you found this place on your first day?” he asked. “And it nearly killed you?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“How did you get out?”
Kylie had found me and pulled me out of the water. But I didn’t like the way Fiore was looking at me. Best not to rope her into this.”
“I, uh, I got out, and then Alania showed up and saved us.”
“Us?”
Shit. “Me.”
“… Right. Miratova didn’t send you here or anything?”
“No! No, she was really annoyed at me, actually. Her rescuing me was the first time we ever met.”
“Hmm.”
“Why? What’s with all the questions?”
“She didn’t seem unusual to you?”
Oh. I relaxed. This was more of his ‘Alania Miratova is doing something weird involving a bunch of suspicious young mages’ conspiracy theory. I shrugged. “I didn’t know her at the time, so I couldn’t say. She mostly seemed annoyed that I’d interrupted what she was doing, and worried about my safety. Wrote a scathing report to Cooper, who was my surveyato at the time.
“And then you, what, kept coming back here?”
I shrugged. “I’ve been here a few times since. Why do you want to know? I haven’t been swimming in the lake and playing toesies with the spellbinding lake monster or anything.” Falling in with di Fiore that one time didn’t count. And deliberately getting caught so I could get samples of the tentacles also didn’t count.
“Right. Just… keep yourself safe.”
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m only here five more months; I promise not to get myself horribly drowned in that time.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Fiore murmured.
“On not getting drowned?!”
“On leaving in five months. Don’t worry. We’re working on it.”
“‘We’?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Standing with my surveyato in the harsh light of my tablet in a hidden cave overlooking an ancient execution device while he said vague bullshit like that, I wished, not for the first time, that Fiore looked less like a Disney villain. “Can we get out of here?” I asked.
“Of course. Lead the way.”
Back in my room, I laid on my bed and stared at stone above for a while. So. That’s what the magical tentacle machine was for. It had bound my spell in my heart for the purpose of killing it. By killing me.
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That explained the poor bastard whose rune-etched skeleton had been among the junk under the lake, I supposed. Nobody had been around to save them before the tentacles could finish their work. I wondered who they’d been. Somebody who’d gone missing, I supposed, their body never found (it would have been removed if it had been found). I couldn’t even bring myself to figure out if I should be angry about the whole thing, about a big lake built to dispose of witches who were just too much trouble to accommodate. I had too many current problems to spend time deciding whether to be mad about one from a couple of hundred years ago.
I could see why it hadn’t come up in magical history classes, though. Skolala Refujeyo was always pretty cagey about anything to do with Refujeyo’s construction and early years, but that little tidbit especially… yeah. Not great PR, when they were so actively trying to get as many new witch students as possible.
It was kind of funny, in a way, in that if I had’ve been a lot more proactive on solving that little mystery, things could’ve gone pretty badly. I mean, if I’d learned about what that lake could do while we still thought that the Child and Hero prophecy was about my spell? Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t have done it. But I would’ve thought about it an awful lot. Instead, now, it was kind of an afterthought. I’d learned about an execution machine that could destroy curses, something that would’ve been the biggest discovery ever at any other time in my life, and compared to what I was trying to deal with now, it just straight-up didn’t matter.
Good thing, too, since I couldn’t risk telling Max and Kylie about it. There was probably a way to convey the information without ‘talking about the nature of curses’, but I’d rather not have to try to tiptoe around my geas if I could help it.
Did this explain why our familiarity link was so stable? Maybe. If this thing could bind a spell inside a body so completely that it couldn’t be activated and it couldn’t be released even in death, then maybe that’s why Kylie’s magic couldn’t spiral out of control in my body and kill me. Or let me go, for that matter; it might be why we couldn’t cancel the link, too. Did that make sense? Maybe. This sort of thing was more Max’s area than mine.
I spent the rest of the day sort of in a daze, until I was getting ready for bed and Kylie burst in, looking stressed. “Have you seen Max?” she asked.
“Not today.” I ducked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. “He’s probably super busy, you know how he gets sometimes.”
“Yeah. Maybe. Only, he doesn’t usually turn off his location on the map, does he?”
“No… why?”
“Well, I started checking for him on the map seven hours ago and – ”
I dropped my toothbrush in the sink and almost tripped over spinning around to stare at her. “He’s been off-campus for at least seven hours?”
“Looks that way.” She bit her lip.
Right. Right. That was no need to panic. “No need to panic,” I said. “I know last time, he… but he promised not to do anything that stupid alone again. He promised not to go behind our backs into dangerous places again.”
“Right. Of course. He’s… probably just getting something for Alania. Or doing some research somewhere. And he just didn’t think to tell us he’d be a long time, or he just… lost track of time. You know how he is.”
“Right. Yes. Of course. He’s not lost track of time for seven hours before, but you’re right. He did promise.”
“Yeah. He wouldn’t run off and do something stupid without us. Even if he did go to Duniyasar or something, it’s probably just to do some research, not… you know.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Anyway, he couldn’t do something stupid, because he can’t get to Duniyasar without you, so…”
“Well, in theory he could; he has permission to be there. But I never taught him the entrance runes or anything.”
“Right.” I paused. “Of course, he does have an absurdly good memory for runes, and he’s seen three separate people draw those entrance runes. He’s probably seen you do them a dozen times by now.”
“That’s true.” Kylie paused. “But even if he did go there to research, he wouldn’t – ”
“Of course he wouldn’t. He promised.”
“He did promise. And you trust him, right?”
“Of course I trust him! You trust him, right?”
“I absolutely trust him!”
We stared at each other for an eternal five seconds or so.
“Hey,” Kylie said, “fancy a trip to Duniyasar?”
“Points, yes!” I grabbed a coat. “Just for, you know.”
“To see if he needs help with the research he might be doing there! Not – ”
“Not that we think he might’ve gone down the well alone,” I agreed. “He just might be there doing other stuff, and need help.”
“Exactly!”
Five minutes later, Malas was glaring at us, arms crossed, as Kylie traced the entrance rune on the glass door.
“Do you really have to contaminate my nice clean hospital every time?” he asked. “Isn’t there another way?”
“Blame whoever put the door in here,” Kylie said. “Has Max been through here today?”
“I don’t know. I just got here. I can ask my apprentice whether anybody made extra cleaning work for him, if you like.”
“It’d probably be faster to check ourselves,” I shrugged.
Malas threw up his hands. “Of course it would. Why waste an perfectgly good opportunity to cover my hospital in blood?”
Kylie pulled open the door, and we ran out onto the sands of Duniyasar.
Max wasn’t immediately in sight, but we hadn’t expected him to be. We made our way into the building and made for the central room at the base of the tower. What we saw there made my heart drop like a stone.
The well in the centre of the assembly room was right there, where it had always been, but there had been some changes. Its usual crown of mirrors had been carefully dismantled and set aside, and surrounding it was a clean, strong, new-looking metal frame of some kind with a single metal crossbar across the top of the well. A rope hung from it, down into the well itself.
I went to inspect the rope. It was climbing rope, the kind I used. The sort of thing the store would give you if you just went up and ordered a rock climbing rope. I tugged on it; it was heavy, very heavy. Either it was anchored to something at the bottom, or it was very, very long.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Maybe he’s just been busy setting this up,” I suggested. “Preparing for when he convinces us to go down with him. Maybe he’s set this up and gone back to the room and we missed – ” I caught sight of what Kylie had just picked up, and my next word froze in my throat.
It was a coat. The kind of thing you might wear if you were going to a desert location and expected to be there after dark, but that you’d toss aside to, for example, put on a climbing harness and descend down a well.
It was Max’s coat.
“Oh, that stupid, stupid bastard,” I breathed
Modern enchantments are designed so that a spell trapped in an object is freed if the runic circle is destroyed beyond repair. But there are other runic languages that have other ways of doing things. You know how to empower water, yes?”
“In theory,” I shrugged. There were specific ways to put power into water or oil for potionmaking, via direct channelling or ichor extraction. It was fiddly, exhausting, and the return was extremely low for the power you put in, which is why everyone just bought their empowered water from Refujeyo, which (if Max’s theories were right) used water as a kind of energy dampener to absorb the runoff from its big rune tunnels that people were always moving through.
Fiore nodded. “The Lake of Inquisition has a device in it that binds magic. It binds magic exceptionally well, traps it too tightly to use. It traps it too tightly to escape. Then, the person carrying the dangerous spell is submerged.”
“And they drown.”
“Yes. They drown, but the spell can’t escape. Once they are dead and the spell is released, it’s still trapped in their body. It leaks slowly, the energy absorbed by the water as the body decays, empowering it. If anything of the spell escapes the water at all, it’s too damaged to do anything but dissipate harmlessly.” He grimaced at the lake. “It’s an ugly thing, from a more desperate time. We don’t do this any more.”
“What happens now, then? To those… unmanageable spells?”
“We keep their hosts as comfortable and safe as possible, the same as we do for anyone who comes here. When they die, their spells are captured by the Pit, rather than released back out into the world. It’s a simple matter to keep them locked away and avoid using them for initiations. So. Does that answer your questions about what happened to you?”
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“Yeah,” I said. “It does, actually. Thanks.” Fiore clearly knew a lot about the history and structure of Refujeyo. This could be useful. I just needed to figure out what I needed to learn, and how to ask without raising suspicions.
He was still watching me carefully. Appraisingly. “You said you found this place on your first day?” he asked. “And it nearly killed you?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“How did you get out?”
Kylie had found me and pulled me out of the water. But I didn’t like the way Fiore was looking at me. Best not to rope her into this.”
“I, uh, I got out, and then Alania showed up and saved us.”
“Us?”
Shit. “Me.”
“… Right. Miratova didn’t send you here or anything?”
“No! No, she was really annoyed at me, actually. Her rescuing me was the first time we ever met.”
“Hmm.”
“Why? What’s with all the questions?”
“She didn’t seem unusual to you?”
Oh. I relaxed. This was more of his ‘Alania Miratova is doing something weird involving a bunch of suspicious young mages’ conspiracy theory. I shrugged. “I didn’t know her at the time, so I couldn’t say. She mostly seemed annoyed that I’d interrupted what she was doing, and worried about my safety. Wrote a scathing report to Cooper, who was my surveyato at the time.
“And then you, what, kept coming back here?”
I shrugged. “I’ve been here a few times since. Why do you want to know? I haven’t been swimming in the lake and playing toesies with the spellbinding lake monster or anything.” Falling in with di Fiore that one time didn’t count. And deliberately getting caught so I could get samples of the tentacles also didn’t count.
“Right. Just… keep yourself safe.”
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m only here five more months; I promise not to get myself horribly drowned in that time.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Fiore murmured.
“On not getting drowned?!”
“On leaving in five months. Don’t worry. We’re working on it.”
“‘We’?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Standing with my surveyato in the harsh light of my tablet in a hidden cave overlooking an ancient execution device while he said vague bullshit like that, I wished, not for the first time, that Fiore looked less like a Disney villain. “Can we get out of here?” I asked.
“Of course. Lead the way.”
Back in my room, I laid on my bed and stared at stone above for a while. So. That’s what the magical tentacle machine was for. It had bound my spell in my heart for the purpose of killing it. By killing me.
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That explained the poor bastard whose rune-etched skeleton had been among the junk under the lake, I supposed. Nobody had been around to save them before the tentacles could finish their work. I wondered who they’d been. Somebody who’d gone missing, I supposed, their body never found (it would have been removed if it had been found). I couldn’t even bring myself to figure out if I should be angry about the whole thing, about a big lake built to dispose of witches who were just too much trouble to accommodate. I had too many current problems to spend time deciding whether to be mad about one from a couple of hundred years ago.
I could see why it hadn’t come up in magical history classes, though. Skolala Refujeyo was always pretty cagey about anything to do with Refujeyo’s construction and early years, but that little tidbit especially… yeah. Not great PR, when they were so actively trying to get as many new witch students as possible.
It was kind of funny, in a way, in that if I had’ve been a lot more proactive on solving that little mystery, things could’ve gone pretty badly. I mean, if I’d learned about what that lake could do while we still thought that the Child and Hero prophecy was about my spell? Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t have done it. But I would’ve thought about it an awful lot. Instead, now, it was kind of an afterthought. I’d learned about an execution machine that could destroy curses, something that would’ve been the biggest discovery ever at any other time in my life, and compared to what I was trying to deal with now, it just straight-up didn’t matter.
Good thing, too, since I couldn’t risk telling Max and Kylie about it. There was probably a way to convey the information without ‘talking about the nature of curses’, but I’d rather not have to try to tiptoe around my geas if I could help it.
Did this explain why our familiarity link was so stable? Maybe. If this thing could bind a spell inside a body so completely that it couldn’t be activated and it couldn’t be released even in death, then maybe that’s why Kylie’s magic couldn’t spiral out of control in my body and kill me. Or let me go, for that matter; it might be why we couldn’t cancel the link, too. Did that make sense? Maybe. This sort of thing was more Max’s area than mine.
I spent the rest of the day sort of in a daze, until I was getting ready for bed and Kylie burst in, looking stressed. “Have you seen Max?” she asked.
“Not today.” I ducked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. “He’s probably super busy, you know how he gets sometimes.”
“Yeah. Maybe. Only, he doesn’t usually turn off his location on the map, does he?”
“No… why?”
“Well, I started checking for him on the map seven hours ago and – ”
I dropped my toothbrush in the sink and almost tripped over spinning around to stare at her. “He’s been off-campus for at least seven hours?”
“Looks that way.” She bit her lip.
Right. Right. That was no need to panic. “No need to panic,” I said. “I know last time, he… but he promised not to do anything that stupid alone again. He promised not to go behind our backs into dangerous places again.”
“Right. Of course. He’s… probably just getting something for Alania. Or doing some research somewhere. And he just didn’t think to tell us he’d be a long time, or he just… lost track of time. You know how he is.”
“Right. Yes. Of course. He’s not lost track of time for seven hours before, but you’re right. He did promise.”
“Yeah. He wouldn’t run off and do something stupid without us. Even if he did go to Duniyasar or something, it’s probably just to do some research, not… you know.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Anyway, he couldn’t do something stupid, because he can’t get to Duniyasar without you, so…”
“Well, in theory he could; he has permission to be there. But I never taught him the entrance runes or anything.”
“Right.” I paused. “Of course, he does have an absurdly good memory for runes, and he’s seen three separate people draw those entrance runes. He’s probably seen you do them a dozen times by now.”
“That’s true.” Kylie paused. “But even if he did go there to research, he wouldn’t – ”
“Of course he wouldn’t. He promised.”
“He did promise. And you trust him, right?”
“Of course I trust him! You trust him, right?”
“I absolutely trust him!”
We stared at each other for an eternal five seconds or so.
“Hey,” Kylie said, “fancy a trip to Duniyasar?”
“Points, yes!” I grabbed a coat. “Just for, you know.”
“To see if he needs help with the research he might be doing there! Not – ”
“Not that we think he might’ve gone down the well alone,” I agreed. “He just might be there doing other stuff, and need help.”
“Exactly!”
Five minutes later, Malas was glaring at us, arms crossed, as Kylie traced the entrance rune on the glass door.
“Do you really have to contaminate my nice clean hospital every time?” he asked. “Isn’t there another way?”
“Blame whoever put the door in here,” Kylie said. “Has Max been through here today?”
“I don’t know. I just got here. I can ask my apprentice whether anybody made extra cleaning work for him, if you like.”
“It’d probably be faster to check ourselves,” I shrugged.
Malas threw up his hands. “Of course it would. Why waste an perfectgly good opportunity to cover my hospital in blood?”
Kylie pulled open the door, and we ran out onto the sands of Duniyasar.
Max wasn’t immediately in sight, but we hadn’t expected him to be. We made our way into the building and made for the central room at the base of the tower. What we saw there made my heart drop like a stone.
The well in the centre of the assembly room was right there, where it had always been, but there had been some changes. Its usual crown of mirrors had been carefully dismantled and set aside, and surrounding it was a clean, strong, new-looking metal frame of some kind with a single metal crossbar across the top of the well. A rope hung from it, down into the well itself.
I went to inspect the rope. It was climbing rope, the kind I used. The sort of thing the store would give you if you just went up and ordered a rock climbing rope. I tugged on it; it was heavy, very heavy. Either it was anchored to something at the bottom, or it was very, very long.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Maybe he’s just been busy setting this up,” I suggested. “Preparing for when he convinces us to go down with him. Maybe he’s set this up and gone back to the room and we missed – ” I caught sight of what Kylie had just picked up, and my next word froze in my throat.
It was a coat. The kind of thing you might wear if you were going to a desert location and expected to be there after dark, but that you’d toss aside to, for example, put on a climbing harness and descend down a well.
It was Max’s coat.
“Oh, that stupid, stupid bastard,” I breathed
This boy, is a huge narcissistic manipulative liar. Cheater. Will love bomb you. Beware, he may charm you, but he will turn so fast. He is verbally and physically abusive. Will financially use you. He will always blame you for all the wrongs he’s done
Just RUN.
Rhea, I’ve posted you on the AWDTSG side.
You’re also posted all over AWDTSG exposed page for bashing men on the internet: quit bashing people online, what is wrong with you?
Then don’t give a reason, people will not post. I’ve seen your page… talk about no life🤣🤣🤣🤣