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12 years ago remained a nightmare for me. Years past but that horrible nightmare haunted me so vividly when a bullet was shot through the head of my friend. He fell down heavily right in front of me. Feeling confused, afraid, and whatsoever it was named was mixed up in my head. I did not know what I was supposed to do at that time, but crying. 

Now 12 years has passed but anytime that moment shadows me, the exactly same feeling will wash over me. It feel as if I don't do not anything good to make a change although it happens over and over again right in front of me. 
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I walked along the path heading to the end, cold and dark with no lights. The wooden walls built around the place prevented the lights from outside to penetrate in. When I arrived there, I put a bouquet of white lily on a white marble written ‘Zie’.

“I am home,” I whispered.

I sat beside the tomb, taking out some cookies and two boxes of our favorite milk. “How are you doing there? Are you okay? Do you eat well?” I rubbed the tomb gently. “Wait for me,” I whispered.  
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Tale Of The Half-Blood Wizard

Finally, we left that place, running through the buildings that looked like shops in the opposite direction with people who wanted to see the show at the city square. "I want to go there!" I pointed to a building at the highest point, which resembled a castle in a fairy tale with a pointed roof.

"That must be a palace, isn't it? I want to meet the king and tell him that there is one of his people who is very ignorant. He is annoying and very talkative!" I said and glanced at him, "Let him get punished!"

Naar giggled to hear my words, "Miss, look into the mirror," He said, "ARent you the one who is very ignorant and chatty? Why am I the suspect here?" he said with his innocent look.

I glared at him, trying out Azalea's intimidating style, "I am sorry, sir. How dare you say a beautiful and adorable human like me an ignorant and talkative woman?" I said arrogantly, imitating the style of a queen, "Are you tired of living?!"

73. ‘Who's that?’