The Run I was running. The scorching sand burning my cracked feet. I couldn't stop otherwise they would catch me. I can't I have to go on for Maria, for all the children he murdered before me. They deserve the justice. He deserves to be locked up, like a madman. I think of my family, my mother's earthy smile and even James' pestering little voice but to be honest I missed them so bad. I can't I just keep running. Just keep running.
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