James Blackmore died at 35, hit by a car he walked in front of. He spent weeks thinking about how he'd do it, his fear of heights meant he couldn't jump the required distance and the gun laws were too strict for the movie classic. James stood halfway down a hill on the footpath by a busy road. It was a sunny day, about thirty degrees, not a cloud in the sky, it was the sort of day that he'd loved when he was young. He would spend all day playing outside with his friends. James stepped out when he saw a car crest the hill, he knew that it didn't have time to stop. The last thing he felt was the crunch of his bones against the bonnet of the car. If James’s world was an oyster when he was young then he was still a grain of sand when his life ended.

James never stopped to consider the twenty two year old girl singing Boys of Summer with her friend as they drive to the beach. In James's one billion one hundred and four million seconds it took just one to end his life and ruin hers.
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