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The Wall
The gunshots faded. The woman sagged against the man behind her, not unconscious, but simply used up. "Are you all right?" "Fine," she said, wiping her eyes. "It's not gonna hurt, is it?" "Naw...piece of cake." The lie showed on his face. "You're next," a soldier said. She followed him to the bloodied wall.
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