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I put my hand on her shoulder, and gently lead her out of this life. She's sobbing.

"Why'd you do it?" I ask.

"I was tired of hurting people."

I almost point out that the last action she'll ever make on earth, hurt people far more than anything else she could have done. But i bite my tongue.

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