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Weekly Contest #45
I was just turning eight. Eight years old but I aged about ten years more on that day, the 14th of December, 2000. 14th of December, 2000, the day I held Miriam's head as she splurged and gorged on the blood rushing from her mouth. I had never seen so much blood. 14th of December, 2000, the day I had pressed my little palms as firmly as my muscles would allow on my sweater which was poured on Miriam's stomach. 14th of December, 2000, the day that even on the brink of death, I had watched Miriam struggle to reassure me like she always did. Bu...
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