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Twenty Two
There are the hunters and there are the hunted. It is for you to decide if you are going to be the hunter or the hunted. Being a victim is always a choice.
Yulian was right, his family wouldn’t let the criminals get ahead of them. Before midnight of the next day, fireworks were set to signal the end of the hunt.
Unimaginable joy filled my heart when Yulian whispered to my ears that it ended and we could come home at once. I jumped like a sugar-crazed kid hearing the news.
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