Start a plan see how it finishes
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Last published Mon, Apr 27, 2020
This is a fictitious story base off of true events. The death of Quanice Hayes. I left my house to go to school and Hayes was shot and killed one street way. He was two years younger than me at the time and something about that has never sat right with me.
Also... This is prompted by "plan" from the Weekend Write in!
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