What have we done?
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Última publicación dom, dic 13, 2015
He looked confused and frightened, like a lost puppy.
"What have you done?"
What have I done? What did you make me do?
He shook his head, then a smile crept up his pale face.
He took the gun and pointed the trigger to his temple and mouthed, thank you.
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