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Postcards from Long Ago 15

I realize that he is 901699’s father. There isn’t enough food for her, I suppose. He starts crying and I run up to him. He turns around and, without thinking, he fires a bullet into my chest. I hear my daughter scream. The room turns to panic. I feel my life slipping away and farther away and I see my friend, 900947, the one who saved my daughter, take the gun out of his hand. He yells “Quiet!” and fires a bullet into the ceiling. The room quiets. I see his face change. I hear him let out a long “Oh… shi—”. His curse is cut short by a loud shout. A red dust-like gas starts filling the room through the hole in the ceiling. The room is once again thrown into panic. I whisper to myself: “It’s finally midnight.”

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