I sat in the waiting room looking at the ground. Blood on my hands and shirt. Her blood on my hands and shirt. I can't believe she took a bullet for me. She really took a bullet for me.
I'd take a bullet for you, George Ragan.
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I was just having a walk, from me and my mom arguing over my life and job. I usually don't let them get to me but this argument did .
I regretted leaving my house when I witness something horrifying .
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