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Kill the Girl
The last light came on and a little girl was standing there, crying. She couldn't have been more than eight years old. Her hair and pigtails were spilling down the shoulders of her pink dress. It was the picture of innocence. The image of her crumpled body lying on the cold floor felt like an eternity. I squeezed the trigger and screamed.