SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW
I stared at the envelope on the table before me, I had moved into the part of the apartment where I came to for training. Placing my rifle by the side of the table, I sat down as far away from it as possible, staring at the white envelope like it was a snake that was about to pop out at any moment.
It wasn't about the envelopes, it was what it represented or what it would represent, a truth that I was not ready to confront myself. I looked at some of the bruises on my arms from my training and thought back to a distant memory from my childhood
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I lay on the bed, curled up in a ball from the ache in my belly. Daddy got extra mad today, so he pushed me against the railing and made my tummy hit the iron pole. It hurt too badly
"Maybe I should get some ice
