October 23, 2017
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I am scared. I run away. 
Sirens screech, gunfire soars.
Bullets fly, I search for cover.
Whimpering, I can’t escape.
My brother laughs, shooting a toy gun.
“Got ya!” he says. “Let’s play again.”

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