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Huncho "Huncho," Angela called. "Angela," I mumbled. She was standing at the end of a dark alley and for some reason I couldn't step closer to her. I was held back in place. She was crying, calling me to help her. A man came from behind the wall and stood behind her, bringing her to her knees. "Huncho!" She screamed. "Angela." He looked straight at me and pointed a gun to her head. "No!" I yelled when he pulled the trigger. "Huncho," she cried. He shot and I screamed. "Angela," I widened my eyes when I realized that I was fully asleep. I sighed and rubbed my face hating this nightmare that kept welcoming me every time I fell asleep. I looked around to find myself in my room, on my bed. I frowned and held my head from the headache that suddenly rushed in. I took a deep breath, rem
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