The Holocaust Story "Never Again"
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She looked out the window of the train then back to the cracked mirror in front of her. She turned and saw the number that was burned on her shoulder bright black saying "1125". Yet she could remember her name, Sasha.
"Many of us has died and slaughterer in cold blood by those who hate us", she wrote in her book. "Yet I still fight on with a big dream, to stop the holocaust. It's a big dream but I know I can achieve it with some help. May take years maybe months but it will be worth it at the end."
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