Playing Hero
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"Hey, it's ok...Just put the gun down." I watched with horrified eye's as Julian raised both of his hands in the air slowly taking hesitant steps toward his death.
"Don't come any closer or I will shoot!"
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The world contains good and bad. You either live your life in the good, or drown yourself in the bad. December never had a interview with death. She never had the color of strawberries on her fingers or the burning ache in her chest because of fear. She never had a day of tears and cries...Not until she met him. Her Hero.
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