Omar didn’t cry. He went out of his home, full of hate. At the back of the house, he saw Jose, it was his moment, he shot twenty times. Yes! He had killed him. No one would laugh at his family again!
He came home. Bullets had gone through the window and there were two corpses lying on the ground. Nooooooooo!
By Cristina Vidal
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