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Nine years ago, she gave me the sweetest smile
and handed me a charm bracelet.
"For good luck," she said.

Today, as I watch the blood smeared on her cheek,
she smiled that same smile and handed me her gun.
"Give them hell," she said.

How could I refuse her?

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