Prologue

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I remember that day like it was yesterday, maybe it was just that time. Maybe that was supposed to happen to me to meet him. I wonder what he saw in my when the gun was pointed at my head and he didn't want to pull the trigger, but he had to. I wonder why he didn't. I wonder why he let me go, I mean, all I was doing was trying to go home and not get in trouble. Instead, I go home with a sprained knee and a bullet wound in my arm. I may have never accepted the fact that he did that to me, but I had to accept that the only reason he did was to save me.

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