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One day, when I was 8 years old, we heard gunshots down the street, which meant…

One day, when I was 8 years old, we heard gunshots down the street, which meant…

by | Sep 8, 2018 | Uncategorized

One day, when I was 8 years old, we heard gunshots down the street, which meant that soldiers were killing innocent civilians. Dad rushed in and said, ‘We need to leave right now’ and my parents ran around grabbing food and whatever they could lay their hands on. Of...

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