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As the knife just grases me cheek, I'm now relizing that I may die.... The sharp egde of the knife making a sharp pain on my cheek, lucky to have dodged the frist shot, I step away to regain my balance. He comes in for another attack and I'm cought off gurd, the knife piresing my chest, not feeling the pain but feeling energy course through my veins, I take his arm and throw him, slamming him to the ground with such force, the trees rusle. As he gaspes for air, I pull the knife out, now feeling the pain, I fall to my knees. This hole my be the end of me, the bleedding now gushing out, a poudle of blood around me. The man now stands now that he has his breath back, he takes a gun out of the back of his pants, and aims for my head. I then know that its over.... Its to bad that it ended like this... Shot... By my own father... That might have been the nicest thing he has ever done for me.
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