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Everybody move .I didn't known what to do Dearing this horrible momment I was sacred for my life my mom its was going to be OK I known I can trust here so I stop crying then I saw a blue Sprite I touched it and I feel strong and fast watch out (BANG) you OK little boy yeah what happened you got hit with a sandbag shit where my mom she was taking by the enemy no no no this can't be happen to me don't worry we get your family back thanks what your name mason fellow me (2 years later). I'm now 29 years old still on the trell to find my family those baster are going to pay .
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