The Mannequin
How could I've been so wrong? You were planning to hurt me all along. You traded your humanity for the devil's insanity. Running away, being bitterly afraid. The gun was loaded because the truth was unfolded. The mannequin saved me ......The gun was shot......... but it was not me that lay there to rot.
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