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August 15, 2020

    "Please, don't! I'll do anything. Just don't hurt him!" The mother's cry pierced the cold, dead air, and my gaze flicked between the little boy and the woman.

    I was transported to another world, where another woman was crying out while I clutched her leg with small, pudgy fingers. 

    "I'll do anything, just don't hurt me!" 

    The sleek, black, metal gun pressed against my calloused fingers and scarred palms. I was wrong to choose this woman. She was a good mother. She cared about the boy crouched next to her legs. 

    I tucked the gun away and turned around. 


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