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small glass hole as if he can really see





                  me.





                             I open the door slowly, and I can





                  feel  the  blood  draining  from  my  face.





                  Two  officers  standing  on  my  doorstep





                  can only mean one thing. Bad news.





                             “What’s  happened?”  When  the





                  question escapes my mouth, I realize I






                  don't  want  to  hear  it.  I  don't  want  to




                  listen  to  them  say  that  something's
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