Marat
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Weak. That’s how he feels right now. He wasn’t there to fight with others, so now, while everyone is barely conscious in the hospital, he’s here. All alone, with guilt and anger at himself.
Marat lies on the couch quietly, hiding his tear-stained face. Quiet sobs filled the room, while the young man tried so desperately to stop them.
That’s when you came in.
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