His Hand

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Story: I held my son's hand as the light turned green. Hopefully they won't find the rest of him.

I was finally finished with my work. I left the large building, holding my son's hand. Crossing the street, I sighed in relief as I remembered the building was condemned, so no one will find his body for a long time.

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