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"You get out of here, and don't you ever come back again!"
"Have pity on me I just want to talk to my father..." tearful
begging of a young
girl.
"Can't you understand what I'm saying? Get lost!"
"Have mercy on me, could you at least give these school magazine, this contains my name and my picture."
"Fine, just give me that thing so you could leave."
"She could hear two girls quarreling from where she was at. She was feeling so weak, she could hardly breathe, but still she yearned to help and console the crying young girl. She felt that she was about to drown.
Her breathing was almost gone. Shortly after she felt that she was floating and was wrapped by something she could barely see. It became darker and darker.
"I'm leaving and you take care of our house, wait a minute what are you holding?" she heard from a man nearby.
"Nothing, I just need to throw this trash out."