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Sex, Guns and Words: Second year

EXTRA 2: Second year
He takes cover from behind the walls as the terrorists shouts in an indistinct language before showering the lad with lead. Afraid and unsure of what his next should be, he prays and remembers a face he once knew. A girl he once knew.
He takes out his knife from his left pocket and recounts how many bullets are left in the handgun. Before he could make a daring move, the terrorists were shot down. He tries to understand the whole situation and as he does, he hears a familiar voice.
“Dude? You there?” a familiar voice.
He takes a peek while still being cautious with his gun front out and ready to shoot. “Took you guys long enough,” he says with a happy expression.
He stops to place his gun back in the holster, and notices a picture of a girl on the floor. He picks it up and sees nothing but beauty and the first thing that comes into mind was ‘God damn, she’s beautiful’.
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