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The last thing I remember are tears running down my mother's face as she yells for me to run.
So I did. What did you expect an eight year old to do in this case?
By the way, this case was the village being invaded.
If you didn't get the hint.
But now, as I lie here on the grass and dirt and sticks I wonder - did I make the right choice? Should I have stayed?
But as I blink and look towards the smoke column rising up behind me, I find the answer.
No. Running is all I can do now.

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