Lie a Little
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I yawned and let myself drift into sleep.
"I'm sorry, I love you, Mi Amor," Unfamiliar voice of a man, a distorted memory, high pitched voices, and endless ringing in my ear, smashing thru the trees. A car chasing car, gunshots.
The familiar feeling of fear, being chased by someone, the endless chant of prayers.
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