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The Boy with the Bread

The Boy with the Bread

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Science Fiction
BOOM. The canon goes off. BOOM BOOM BOOM One after the other, quick and sure, until I've counted fourteen. Climbing up the tree, leaving the Careers on the ground, I look up at the stars, simply praying. Praying I don't see her face with the ones I helped to kill.
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