Rememberance Of the Lost

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I got nervous. I had to. brace myself. and try as hard as I could not to Cry....Omid began to speak, "She-she, was stabbed, and. she-sh-she was. sh-shot" I saw tears begin to roll down Omid's face. I dropped my Fork and ran into my room. I plopped onto the uncomfortable mattress and began to sob. I decided to begin writing in my journal. a letter. a letter to Lee.

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