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"You know, I'm not even going to interpret this. I'm just going to tell you why it pissed me off. I've had my butt grabbed before-no big deal- but this time it was grabbed because someone else wrote my name on a list. And when this guy saw me upset, did he apologize? No. Instead, he got aggressive. Then, in the most condescending way, he told me to relax. Then he put his hand on my shoulder, as if by touching me he'd somehow comfort me. Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as a joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.

"It came down to two lines of thinking. If I wanted people to think it was an accident, I'd drive my car off the road. Someplace where's there no chance of survival. And there are so many places to do that on the outskirts of town. I've probably driven by each of them o dozen times in the couple weeks. Then there are these tapes. Can I trust the 12 of you to keep a secret? To not let my parents find out what really happened? Will you let them believe it was an accident if that's the story going around? I don't know. I'm not sure. So I've decided on the least painful way possible. Pills."