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Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Testify

Around 3:30, I thought I heard a gun shot, but I'm pretty sure it was just my mother slamming doors. At the peak of the fear of uncertainty, I looked out the window and watched a suspicious truck creep past my neighbor's house. I did what most unarmed people do, turn on lights. While mom was in the restroom, I stayed at the top of the stairs. I had to use the restroom too, which ended up being a bloody stool. I had hot dogs and sauerkraut the day before. I was listening to Need to Breathe song, "Somebody testify, testify."

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