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Weekly Contest #5
Cal... It has been three years since the war. Three years since I lost my family. Three years since I lost all I had to live for. Aug. 2, 1999- I strolled down the wet, musty street, and looked over my shoulder as I heard the rumbling of what I thought was a car. But as I looked back, I realized it was not a car, but a heavy machine. A tank. It seemed to tower over everything in sight, seemingly a hundred feet tall. I stood there with my mouth gaping open, eyes wide, and a thought in my mind, why is the tank here? I didn’t know that day that...
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