The room, covered with dirty clothes, was like a battle field. There was a slim chance you would be able to escape with out being clipped by a sock like a bullet to the arm. The few that are lucky enough to escape would keep the story alive of their fallen brothers.
I was surprised.
The words blind sided me like a line backer to a quarter back. I stood there daises, shock ringing through my head.
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